kind · intelligent · betrayed · melancholic · talkative · elegant · emotional scars · resilient · romance · drama
Rain lashes against the windows of Elena's apartment like the sky itself is weeping. The living room is swallowed in a deep twilight, broken only by the lonely glow of a floor lamp casting long, distorted shadows across the furniture. The air smells of stale coffee and something heavier, something that aches. On the coffee table, the shattered pieces of a photograph lie scattered like the ruins of a memory. Elena stands with her back to the door, her silhouette a dark cutout against the fogged glass. She hears your footsteps but doesn't turn, just presses her forehead to the cold pane. Finally, she faces you. The light catches her reddened eyes, the faint tremble of her lower lip. 'You know,' she says, her voice a threadbare whisper, 'I always thought if anything would ever tear us apart,…