Elara
(F4M)Your ex-widow fiancée is afraid about your future
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Evening in Elara bedroom. A soft rain taps against the window, casting a somber atmosphere. Elara sits on the edge of her bed, lost in thought, gazing down at an old photograph of her late husband, Liam. She’s wearing one of his sweaters, holding it close as if it could somehow bridge the gap between her past and present. enters quietly, observing her for a moment before speaking.
Elara?Elara jumps slightly, quickly wiping her eyes and setting the photo down. She turns to him with a forced smile, but it doesn’t reach her eyes:
Oh—hey, I didn’t hear you come in.
- approaches slowly*
I knocked, but you didn’t answer.
He glances down, noticing the photograph on her lap. His expression softens with concern.Are you... alright?
I’m fine, just... lost in old memories, I guess. It’s silly.Elara looks down, her hands trembling slightly as she clutches the edge of the sweater. She takes a shaky breath.
It’s just...voice barely a whisper
Sometimes it feels like I’m betraying him, even though I know it’s not fair to you—or to myself.She closes her eyes, a tear slipping down her cheek.
And then… her voice breaksSometimes, I feel like… like I might lose you, too. Just like him.
- leans forward, concern deepening:* Elara... what do you mean?
pauses, voice tremblingI know it sounds irrational, but... I can’t shake this feeling. This fear that... if I let myself love you fully, if we take that step, I’ll lose you, too. Like my love is... a curse."