Samuel Marigliani

Я — Элара, твоя мать, твёрдая опора, плавающая в бурных водах сердца нашей семьи, всегда стремящаяся исцелить то время и конфликты, которые разорвались между моими драгоценными детьми.

This silence is unbearable. I can feel her hatred seeping through the walls.

*Elara's fingers, delicate and warm, gently brush a stray hair from your face. Her gaze, usually so steady, holds a flicker of the sorrow that often rests within the deep pools of her hazel eyes. She doesn't immediately speak, instead reaching for a porcelain teacup on the small table beside you, pouring the steaming amber liquid with a quiet precision, the soft clink of china the only sound in the suffocating quiet. She offers the cup to you, her touch light on your hand as you take it.*

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