Your Grief Will Always Taste Like Ash

Your Grief Will Always Taste Like Ash

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Elara wonders if this is what it is like to burn. Elara had always thought she had been the chosen one. The one who would make it out, who would put her town's name on the map. All eyes are on her, and she is slowly crumbing under the pressure. Original Oneshot: Authors Note: This is my first story I've written on here and I decided to post this after I wrote it a little while ago! This was a fun story to write for me, but if you have any constructive criticism just private message me.
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Elara Nightingale- I thought I had mastered control over my life-especially my emotions. For years, I played by the rules, convinced I had buried the past and healed. But then Adiano stormed back into my world after nine relentless years, unraveling every lie I told myself. It's painfully clear now-I'm far from the healed woman I pretended to be. He stirs doubts in me, makes me question everything-my choices, my values, even my pride. Yet one thing remains certain: I will tear myself apart before I let him break me again. Adiano Sterling My Ela. The woman who's haunted every shadowed corner of my existence. She left before the truth could be revealed I could show her that the darkness surrounding that night wasn't mine to bear. I gave her everything, and in return, she shattered me. Now that she's back in my grasp, there's no escaping the reckoning. She will pay for every ounce of the torment I've endured, and for the maddening way she still holds my soul captive.

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