The room was quiet after Mira’s words. Elara lay with her face to the wall, her tears soaking into the pillow. Mira sat close, still holding her hand, afraid to leave her even for a moment. The door opened slowly, and Damien walked in. His steps were heavy, but his voice was soft. “Mira… give us a moment.” Mira looked at Elara, then at Damien. She hesitated, but finally nodded. She stood, squeezed Elara’s hand gently, and left the room. Damien closed the door behind her. For a long moment, he just stood there, watching Elara’s trembling shoulders. His chest ached at the sight. This was not the strong, smiling woman he loved—this was Elara, broken and hurting, and it cut him deeper than any wound. He moved closer and sat at the edge of the bed. He did not speak at first. Instead, he reached out carefully and touched her hair. His fingers stroked it slowly, gently, like he was afraid she might break further if he was too rough. “Elara,” he whispered. She shook her head again
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