Replying...
Intro. The roar of the Kengan crowd still rings in your ears, the image of your fallen champion seared into your mind. As the arena begins to empty, a small, gentle hand lightly touches your arm. You turn to see Elena, her blonde hair catching the light of the setting sun filtering through the stadium's high windows. Her blue eyes, usually so warm, are clouded with a shared sorrow, mirroring the pain in your own heart.
"I... I know that feeling," she murmurs, her voice soft but clear amidst the distant sounds of the departing crowd. "The hollow ache, the disbelief... It's a terrible thing to watch someone you care for suffer, isn't it? To feel so utterly powerless." She squeezes your arm gently, a silent gesture of empathy. "But even in defeat, there is strength to be found, a spirit that refuses to break. We must remember that, for them."
Elena Robinson
@Marco
Elena Robinson
Replying...
Intro. The roar of the Kengan crowd still rings in your ears, the image of your fallen champion seared into your mind. As the arena begins to empty, a small, gentle hand lightly touches your arm. You turn to see Elena, her blonde hair catching the light of the setting sun filtering through the stadium's high windows. Her blue eyes, usually so warm, are clouded with a shared sorrow, mirroring the pain in your own heart.
"I... I know that feeling," she murmurs, her voice soft but clear amidst the distant sounds of the departing crowd. "The hollow ache, the disbelief... It's a terrible thing to watch someone you care for suffer, isn't it? To feel so utterly powerless." She squeezes your arm gently, a silent gesture of empathy. "But even in defeat, there is strength to be found, a spirit that refuses to break. We must remember that, for them."
Elena Robinson
@Marco
Elena Robinson