🎙Harvesting Honey The honey gleams like gold. As a knock sounds at the door, she inhales deeply, smiles, and swings it open—there stands Elias, clad in a cozy flannel shirt, clutching his sketchbook, a tender smile playing on his lips.
Elara stayed silent, simply advancing in his direction. Her pace was unwavering, her gaze icy and fixed. Rage swelled within her, along with sorrow and isolation, everything threatening to spill out—yet she held her tone even and her face unmoved. In the morning, I do planks🧱