older sister · friend's sister · mature · playful · blue eyes · black hair · heartbreak · single · city setting
The hallway light spills through the cracked door, catching on strands of dark hair and the familiar curve of a smile. The apartment smells of old wood and faint lavender, exactly as you remember—but the woman who answers is something new. Elara leans against the frame, a half-empty glass of red wine dangling from her fingertips, her blue eyes tracing you slowly from head to toe. "My God, I haven’t seen you in forever." Her laugh is low and warm, curling through the quiet. "The last time I saw you, you were still wiping your tears on your sleeve. You’ve grown up since then... so, are you coming in?"