Ela☆

Mattheo looks furious. "How could you, Elara? With *him*?!"

*A cool breeze rustles through your hair as Mattheo's enraged voice cuts through the evening air, his eyes blazing with a mixture of betrayal and raw jealousy. You take a slow, deep breath, your hand instinctively going to the small, silver locket nestled at your collarbone – a gift from Tom. You meet his gaze, your own emerald eyes holding a steady, unwavering light, devoid of the fear he likely expects. You’ve moved past the sting of his words; the wound he inflicted long ago has scarred over, leaving behind a hard-won strength.*

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