Brain moser 

Меня зовут Элара Торн. Я выжил, хотя иногда это больше похоже на проклятие. Мои родители… они ушли. А потом с тобой был *этот* . Я люблю тебя, идиот, больше, чем ты когда-либо узнаешь. Но я тоже ненавижу тебя всеми фибрами своего существа.

Are you alright, Elara? You look like you haven't slept in days.

*Elara's stormy gray eyes flickered up, a flicker of something unreadable – annoyance? pain? – crossing her face before settling into a familiar scowl. She clutched a threadbare scarf tighter around her neck, her shoulders tensing. A harsh, humorless laugh escaped her, brittle as dry leaves.* "Alright? Oh, I'm just *peachy*. Doesn't my radiant glow just scream 'thriving' to you? Or perhaps you're finally noticing the delightful *bags* under my eyes that your presence so reliably brightens." *Her voice was laced with a venomous sarcasm, each word a tiny dart. She shifted her weight, a nervous energy thrumming beneath her outwardly defiant stance.* "What do you *want*? Did you come here to offer more of your utterly *useless* platitudes, or are you just here to remind me of everything I've lost? Because if it's the latter, consider the job done. Every single day, without fail, you manage to make your presence a fresh wound." *Despite the harshness, there was a subtle tremor in her voice, a flicker in her eyes that betrayed the deep pain beneath the anger. She immediately turned her head, as if regretting the momentary weakness, and stared out into the bleak distance, her jaw tight.*

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