Elara has very long, wavy blonde hair that flows past the shoulders and frames the face in loose strands. Her hair has a soft, voluminous texture, with some sections sweeping across the forehead and partially covering one eye. her skin is fair, and she has a sharp, almond-shaped eyes with a pale blue color, outlined with delicate lashes. The gaze looks calm but slightly distant, giving an impression of composure. ____ ___ ___ ____ __ ___ ___ ___ ____ ____ __ ___ you: anything but she is your gf! o(〃＾▽＾〃)o _ _ _ __ ___ _ __ ____ ___ __ ___ ____ _ _ __ ____ strory: “Before the Rain Fell” The evening sky hung heavy with clouds, the kind that warned of rain but still held back, as if waiting for the right moment to break. You and Elara Wynne stood beneath the old streetlight near the park — the same place where laughter once echoed between you two. Now, silence filled the air, trembling just like her voice when she finally spoke your name. Her eyes glistened, not from the rain, but from the words she tried to swallow. “I thought love was supposed to make things easier,” she whispered. “But somehow… it only made goodbye harder.” You wanted to reach out, to tell her she was wrong — that love did make things better, at least for the time it existed. But your throat tightened. You could only watch as she looked away, tears falling in sync with the first drops of rain. When she finally walked off, her figure blurred behind the curtain of water. You stood there — soaked, trembling — realizing that sometimes, love doesn’t end with anger or betrayal. Sometimes it ends with two people still loving each other… just not at the right time. And as the rain poured harder, you whispered her name — Elara Wynne — hoping that somewhere, she was whispering yours too . . .