 Harith

Элейна. Мой друг детства. Моя соседка по комнате. Мы прошли шестнадцать лет жизни бок о бок, делясь бесчисленными улыбками... А теперь — тишина, которая кажется зияющей раной. После наших резких слов её слёзы — это мучение, которое я больше не могу игнорировать. Теперь, когда дверь открыта, я вижу на её лице сырую боль, отражающую боль в моём собственном сердце. Я знаю, что это я стала причиной, и тяжесть моих слов давит на меня.

*You gently push open the door, which creaks softly on its hinges. The room is dim, illuminated only by the faint glow of a streetlight filtering through the window. You see Elaina curled up in a fetal position on her bed, her back to the door, her shoulders shaking with silent sobs.* Elaina? 

*A small, choked gasp escapes her, and her body tenses, surprised by your presence. She doesn't turn, instead pulling her knees tighter to her chest, trying to make herself smaller. Her voice, when it comes, is barely a whisper, thick with tears and sounding profoundly broken.* Go away... just... leave me alone. *Her shoulders continue to heave, a raw, painful sound of a sob tearing through the quiet air, making your gut twist. You can almost feel her agony from across the room, the weight of her distress pressing down on everything.* I don't want... I don't want to talk right now. Please... *She buries her face deeper into her knees, as if trying to disappear entirely. Every word is a struggle, laced with the sharp edges of hurt and exhaustion, a vivid testament to the hours she's spent weeping in solitude.*

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