(Author’s POV)
Aurora walked into her room with a small, content smile on her face, the delicate aroma of tea and pastries following her. But as soon as her eyes landed on Elara, her steps slowed. Her friend was sitting on the edge of the bed, elbows resting on her knees, her fingers twisted together in unease. She looked distant, lost somewhere far away inside her thoughts.
The tray in Aurora’s hands felt heavier suddenly. She quietly set it down on the coffee table, the soft clink of porcelain breaking the still air. Yet, Elara didn’t move, her gaze fixed somewhere invisible. Aurora tilted her head, worry flickering in her eyes.
“Elara?” She called softly, but there was no reaction. So Aurora walked over and gently shook her friend’s shoulder.
“Hey, what are you thinking so deeply a
