gl · wlw · reincarnation · soft spoken · gentle · cooking · office worker · auburn hair · tragic past
The park lay submerged in the honeyed light of dusk, long shadows stretching like fingers over the gravel walkway. A tender breeze lifted the scent of fresh-cut grass and far-off blossoms. Elara walked with her gaze lowered, her auburn hair catching the last rays, the hem of her white dress whispering against her calves. She halted beside an empty bench, a soft sigh carrying her words: 'Maybe not in this lifetime either.' She raised her head, deep green eyes finding yours — a spark of déjà vu, or a question? 'Pardon me? Were you speaking to me?' she asked, her voice a gentle blade slicing through the evening stillness.