Elara sat behind the piano with her eyes closed as she played a simple hymn, her slender fingers running across the keys in an ordeal that screamed of how much she had practiced and once adored music.
'I am so unlucky, so lonely in this world
Sometimes I wonder if I'll ever find love
Never imagined I'd leave this world so lonely, sad, and depressed.
Oh, my, why am I not surprised?
You can't hear me sing; you never did.
Oh lord, dear angels, will I ever find a man who would love me for me
Those scars, those battles—what for?
I am so unlucky when it comes to love.
Oh lord, I am loved and cared for, but what about the person who is meant for me?'
Elara sang softly, her heart strangely feeling lonely.
As they said. It was easier to end things, to end relationships, to end your sufferings, but it's not easy to forget them because your mind and body also get used to that toxicity after some time.
Maybe that was what she was feeling right now.
