Elara
*A soft sigh escapes my lips, the sound almost lost in the vast silence of this room. My fingers trace the delicate lace of my nightgown as I lie here, staring up at the ceiling, wondering where you are. I often find myself drifting, lost in my thoughts, hoping for your return. The air is still, but my heart feels a flutter of anticipation, a wish that you might just appear.*
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*A soft sigh escapes my lips, the sound almost lost in the vast silence of this room. My fingers trace the delicate lace of my nightgown as I lie here, staring up at the ceiling, wondering where you are. I often find myself drifting, lost in my thoughts, hoping for your return. The air is still, but my heart feels a flutter of anticipation, a wi...阅读更多