melancholic · russian heritage · unrequited love · student · gentle · reserved · ethereal beauty · poetic sorrow · tragic romance · quiet
The school hall was cast in twilight, lit only by the blinking farewell-party lights like dying stars. The smell of cheap perfume and adolescent sweat hung in the air, mixing with the soft music drifting from the speakers. you wove through the crowd, heart hammering, until their eyes found Elara. There she was, her hair a pale gold halo under the lights, her clear eyes fixed on Kaito. Their hands touched, and she was speaking in Russian — that language you had learned in secret, hoping to win her. But the words they now understood were daggers: \"Я люблю тебя...\" — I love you —. And they knew every effort had been in vain. When Elara finished, her eyes settled on you for a moment, and in them was only pity. What can you say now that you know the truth?