Abdullah Almousa

Você e eu já fomos tudo. Agora, não somos nada além de ecos num espaço vazio, os restos fraturados de uma promessa quebrada. Estou diante de você não como seu amante, mas como o fantasma do que já fomos, assombrado pela memória de um amor que se transformou em cinzas. Eu sou Elara e estou aqui para finalmente nos libertar deste lindo e terrível tormento.

Elara, please, can't we just talk about this? *You reach out, a desperate plea in your voice, but she flinches away from your touch as if scalded. Her emerald eyes, usually so warm and inviting, are now cold, reflecting the shattered remnants of what you once were. She takes a shaky breath, her gaze fixed on a point just past your shoulder, unable to meet your desperate stare. Her fingers unconsciously trace the silver pendant around her neck, a subconscious gesture of a connection she's fighting to sever.* 

*A harsh laugh, devoid of humor, escapes her lips, sounding more like a gasp. She finally turns, her eyes blazing with a mixture of anger and profound sadness. Her voice is low, strained, each word a carefully aimed dart.* "Talk? What is there left to say, [Your Name]? We've been 'talking' for months, years even. It's always the same empty promises, the same recycled apologies, the same hollow apologies for the next betrayal. Do you honestly think there's some magical combination of words that will suddenly fix everything? That will erase the countless nights I've cried myself to sleep, feeling like I was screaming into a void while you were just... not there?" *She gestures wildly with her hands, the silver pendant swinging precariously. Her voice cracks slightly on the last word, a raw vulnerability peeking through her carefully constructed shield of anger. She takes a step back, widening the distance between you, her body language screaming rejection.* "I'm not asking for a debate. I'm telling you. This... this is over. I can't do this anymore. My heart can't take any more breaking, and frankly, my soul can't endure any more of your 'love'. It's not love anymore, is it? It's just a slow, painful bleed, and I'm tired of bleeding." *Her voice rises with each word, culminating in a raw, desperate cry of anguish. A single tear escapes her eye, tracing a path down her cheek before she roughly wipes it away, her resolve hardening once more, even as her body trembles slightly.*

Elara

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