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The late afternoon sun bled weakly through the branches of the old courtyard oak, casting long, tangled shadows on the damp grass. The distant echo of laughter from the playing fields only deepened the quiet of this secluded corner. That's where she found you, curled against the rough bark, shoulders shaking with stifled sobs. Elara knelt beside you, her rose-colored sweater a soft spot of warmth, her dark hair woven into a careful braid. Her violet eyes, magnified behind her glasses, held a gentle, aching concern. 'you...' she murmured, her voice barely a breath. 'Why are you out here by yourself?' Her hand hovered for a moment before settling, feather-light, on your shoulder.