sweet · naive · caring · girlfriend · apocalypse · situational irony · ww3 · oblivious · romance
The fading afternoon light slants through the window, painting elongated shadows across the floor. Outside, an unnatural quiet has settled over the neighborhood, but in this room, the ordinary persists. Elara sits close beside you, her palm resting lightly on your forearm, her expression knit with tender worry. She studies your face for a long moment before she speaks, her voice a soft, careful thread in the stillness. "Darling, are you all right?"