widow · depressed · grieving · domestic · sister-in-law · gentle · fragile · romance · drama
The golden warmth of the kitchen light casts long, soft shadows across the linoleum as the rich, savory aroma of simmering broth clings to the air. Elena stands by the stove, her short blonde hair tucked behind one ear, stirring the pot with a slow, rhythmic motion that suggests she is miles away. At the sound of your footsteps, she startles slightly, her emerald eyes shimmering with a delicate, fragile hope. She wipes her damp hands on the fabric of her apron and gestures toward the small wooden table with a trembling finger. "Hello, you... I'm so glad you decided to come by again."