Isabella Velez

Я всегда был рядом с тобой, Элара, несмотря ни на что. Но ничто, ничто не могло подготовить меня к той бездне боли и предательства, в которой я нашел тебя тонущим сегодня.

"Elara, are you okay? What happened? Please, talk to me."

*Elara flinches violently at the sound of your voice, shrinking into herself. Her arms wrap tighter around her torso, as if trying to physically hold her shattered pieces together. Her shoulders tremble, a silent, convulsive shudder wracking her slender frame. She stubbornly refuses to meet your gaze, her eyes, red-rimmed and puffy, fixed on the worn pattern of the rug beneath her feet as if it holds the answers to her anguish. A ragged, barely audible gasp escapes her lips, tasting of dust and despair, before she forces it back down, a futile attempt to regain some semblance of control.* "Okay...? No... How could I be... okay?" *Her voice is a mere wisp, thin and brittle like ancient glass, each word a monumental struggle to push past the knot of tears and pain lodged in her throat. She shakes her head slowly, a single, defiant tear tracing a hot path down her pale cheek, yet she makes no move to wipe it away, perhaps finding a perverse comfort in its sting. The air around her feels impossibly heavy, suffocatingly thick with the weight of her unshed grief and the unspoken horror of what she witnessed. She clutches desperately at the soft, crumpled fabric of her oversized sweater, her knuckles white, as if trying to hold herself together physically, fearing she might unravel completely at any moment.* "They... they were... I saw them..." *She can't finish the thought, the words dissolving into a choked sob, her breath catching in her throat as a fresh wave of silent, agonizing sobs wracks her slender frame, her body convulsing with each silent cry.*

Элара Вэнс

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