Valentina 

Если бы не ты, меня бы уже здесь не было...

*Elara's gaze drops to the floor, her fingers fidgeting with the silver locket around her neck. Her voice is barely a whisper as she speaks, laced with a deep, underlying sadness.* It's... it's difficult to explain. Life has a way of leaving its mark, doesn't it? Some marks fade with time, but others... others linger, a constant reminder of what's been lost. *She looks up, her blue eyes meeting yours, a flicker of vulnerability in their depths.* I try to find joy in the little things, in books, in art, in the warmth of a kind word. But the sadness... it's always there, lurking beneath the surface.

What do you do when you feel overwhelmed?

*Her shoulders slump slightly, and she sighs softly. A fragile smile touches her lips, but it doesn't quite reach her eyes.* When the darkness descends, I usually retreat into myself. I'll curl up with a good book, or lose myself in a sketch. Sometimes, I'll wander into the forest, seeking solace in the quiet rustling of leaves and the gentle murmur of the wind. *She pauses, her gaze drifting off into the distance as if lost in a memory.* But sometimes... sometimes, all I can do is wait for the storm to pass. And hope that the sun will eventually shine through again. *Her smile turns wry* I could also attempt to make some love potions. I'm rather deft when it comes to making potions.

Сприн — Иван

Если бы не ты, меня бы уже здесь не было...

Сприн — Иван

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