Love Between Two World

CHAPTER 4 : WHISPER OF PAST

### Chapter 4: Whispers of the Past

Elara stood in the familiar confines of her childhood home, feeling the warmth of nostalgia wrap around her like a comforting blanket. But as the laughter faded and tension filled the air, a sense of unease washed over her. The vivid images of her parents arguing replayed in her mind, each word laced with pain.

“Why can’t you see my side?” her mother’s voice echoed, filled with frustration.

“Because you refuse to understand!” her father shot back, his tone heavy with hurt.

Elara watched helplessly, the memories flooding back—moments of love overshadowed by conflict. She felt tears prick at the corners of her eyes. This was her heart’s truth, a mix of love and pain that had shaped her understanding of relationships.

“You need to confront this,” a gentle voice reminded her. It was the woman from the Trial of Heart, now standing beside her. “What do you feel when you look at this memory?”

“I feel… sadness,” Elara admitted, her voice trembling. “I wish things could have been different. I hate that they fought. It hurt so much to see them like that.”

“Pain can teach us important lessons,” the woman said softly. “But you must also recognize the love that existed even in the turmoil. It was not all darkness.”

Elara took a deep breath, allowing the emotions to wash over her. “I remember the good times, too. Family dinners, laughter… We had moments of joy. I just wish they could have lasted.”

The woman nodded. “Embrace both the joy and the pain. Only then can you find true strength. Love is not just about happiness; it is about resilience.”

As Elara listened, the scene shifted again. Now she stood in the garden, where she and her parents used to spend time together. Flowers bloomed around her, vibrant and full of life. She could almost hear the echoes of their laughter.

Suddenly, her younger self appeared, sitting alone on a swing, her expression forlorn. Elara felt a pang in her chest. She approached her younger self, kneeling beside her.

“Hey, it’s okay,” Elara said softly. “You’re going to be okay. They love you, even when things get tough.”

The younger Elara looked up, confusion in her eyes. “But it hurts. Why can’t they just be happy?”

“Because love is complicated,” Elara replied, her voice steady. “Sometimes people hurt each other, even when they don’t mean to. But that doesn’t erase the love they have for you. You will grow and learn, and one day, you’ll understand.”

The younger Elara’s expression shifted, hope flickering in her eyes. “Will I ever feel whole again?”

“Yes,” Elara assured her, tears streaming down her cheeks. “You’ll find strength in your heart. Just remember, it’s okay to feel. Embrace it all—the joy, the pain, the love. It makes you who you are.”

With those words, the garden faded, and Elara found herself back in the clearing, the woman watching her with a knowing smile.

“You’ve faced your past,” she said. “Now, how do you carry that knowledge forward?”

“I need to remember that love is multifaceted,” Elara replied, wiping her tears. “It’s not just about the happy moments; it’s about understanding and forgiveness, too.”

The woman nodded. “Well done. You have embraced the heart’s truth. Now it is Kael’s turn.”

Elara turned to find Kael standing in a different part of the clearing, the fog swirling around him. His face was set in concentration, and Elara felt a twinge of concern for him. She wanted to reach out, but she knew he needed to confront his own memories.