Elara walked home without the bow. No one turned to look. No one said her name. But when she passed the crying bench, she sat down on it for a minute—just to remember how it felt to need someone to stop.
She handed the bow to the girl. “Burn it. Please.” red hair bow
The breaking point came on a rainy Friday. Elara walked home without the bow
Elara’s stomach turned cold. “What happened to her?” red hair bow