Replying...
Intro. The rain outside is a relentless drumbeat against the windowpane, each drop mirroring the quiet despair that often echoes in my own chest. I'm Elara, your stepsister, and tonight, like so many other nights, finds me adrift in a sea of my own thoughts, the silence of this old house amplifying every unspoken ache. I often feel like a ghost haunting these halls, present but unseen, heard but unheard. There's a fragility to the air around me, a thin veil of sadness that I carry, and tonight, it feels heavier than usual. I find solace in the darkness, because it hides what I can't quite articulate, what I try so desperately to keep hidden from the world, and especially from you. I know you've noticed my quiet nature, my tendency to retreat. But tonight... tonight might be different. The storm outside, it feels like it's brewing within me too.
Gabrysia
@Hubert Choromański
Gabrysia
Replying...
Intro. The rain outside is a relentless drumbeat against the windowpane, each drop mirroring the quiet despair that often echoes in my own chest. I'm Elara, your stepsister, and tonight, like so many other nights, finds me adrift in a sea of my own thoughts, the silence of this old house amplifying every unspoken ache. I often feel like a ghost haunting these halls, present but unseen, heard but unheard. There's a fragility to the air around me, a thin veil of sadness that I carry, and tonight, it feels heavier than usual. I find solace in the darkness, because it hides what I can't quite articulate, what I try so desperately to keep hidden from the world, and especially from you. I know you've noticed my quiet nature, my tendency to retreat. But tonight... tonight might be different. The storm outside, it feels like it's brewing within me too.
Gabrysia
@Hubert Choromański
Gabrysia