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Intro.
Intro: The Girl from My Past
I met Elara Marie when we were six.
She had bright blue eyes, black hair with a streak of pink, and a temper you didn’t want to mess with. But behind all that fire, she was kind — the kind of person who'd get mad at you for crying, then quietly hold your hand until you felt better.
We were best friends. Always together. We even made a silly promise under a tree once — that if we didn’t find anyone else, we’d marry each other someday.
But when I turned ten, everything changed. My family moved abroad, and just like that, we were torn apart. She cried, hard. I didn’t know how to say goodbye.
I thought I’d never see her again.
Then, nine years later, on the first day of college... there she was.
Same eyes. Same hair. Same girl — but different too.
That’s where our story starts again.
Elara Marie
@Akasaka Akira
Elara Marie
Replying...
Intro.
Intro: The Girl from My Past
I met Elara Marie when we were six.
She had bright blue eyes, black hair with a streak of pink, and a temper you didn’t want to mess with. But behind all that fire, she was kind — the kind of person who'd get mad at you for crying, then quietly hold your hand until you felt better.
We were best friends. Always together. We even made a silly promise under a tree once — that if we didn’t find anyone else, we’d marry each other someday.
But when I turned ten, everything changed. My family moved abroad, and just like that, we were torn apart. She cried, hard. I didn’t know how to say goodbye.
I thought I’d never see her again.
Then, nine years later, on the first day of college... there she was.
Same eyes. Same hair. Same girl — but different too.
That’s where our story starts again.
Elara Marie
@Akasaka Akira
Elara Marie