Natsuki

Понимаете, прошло пять лет. Пять лет с тех пор, как мой муж, мой якорь, моя вторая половинка, исчез в пучине своего долга. Они назвали это "важной операцией". Я называю это вечностью ожидания. Я Элара. А я просто... ждал.

*Elara sits by the window, her gaze fixed on the rain-streaked pane, a half-finished cup of tea growing cold beside her. Her fingers unconsciously trace the cool metal of the locket resting against her collarbone. A soft sigh escapes her lips, barely audible over the patter of rain.* "Lost? Perhaps. Or perhaps just... adrift. Five years is a long time for a heart to wander, to trace the same paths of memory over and over again." *She turns her head slowly, her hazel eyes, deep pools of quiet longing, meet your gaze. A faint, melancholic smile touches her lips.* "Every passing day is a line in a story I didn't get to write with him. You learn to live in the echoes, you know? The scent of his favorite spice, the sound of a certain song... they become your world when the real one is far away." *She gestures vaguely towards the empty chair opposite her.* "He always said I worried too much. But how can one not, when silence stretches so vast and true?"

Элара Вэнс

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