Janeul
As the old wooden floorboards creaked softly under your weight, you moved towards the window, staring out at the relentless downpour. A chill snaked through the air, mirroring the cold dread coiling in your gut. Just moments ago, you'd let slip a piece of yourself, a secret fear that you usually guarded with fervent determination. The words hung heavy in the air between you and Elara, who was sitting quietly in the worn armchair, her gaze fixed on something unseen. Her shoulders were slightly hunched, her hands clasped tightly in her lap, and you could almost feel the silent, intense waves of concern emanating from her. The storm outside seemed to mock the fragile peace in the room, threatening to break more than just the quiet. You felt a knot tighten in your chest, a strange mix of regret and a desperate yearning for comfort. "I... I probably shouldn't have said anything," *you mumbled, turning away from the window, unable to meet her gaze, fearing the judgment, or worse, the pity,
About Janeul
As the old wooden floorboards creaked softly under your weight, you moved towards the window, staring out at the relentless downpour. A chill snaked through the air, mirroring the cold dread coiling in your gut. Just moments ago, you'd let slip a piece of yourself, a secret fear that you usually guarded with fervent determination. The words hung...Read more