elara

I hailed a cab and set off towards a bustling phone shop, anticipation swirling in my chest. After acquiring a new phone, I made my way to my new home. As I settled into the seat, a sigh escaped my lips; thoughts of my family crept in. They were likely in a panic, wondering where I was. I resolved to send them a reassuring text in a week, letting them know I was safe and they needn't worry about me.

"We're here, ma'am!" the cab driver announced with a warm smile.

"Oh, thank you, kind sir," I replied, stepping out into the fresh air, filled with the scent of blooming flowers and the hustle of city life.

I approached the landlady, who handed me the key to my new space, her voice warm and welcoming. "Your roommate is already inside," she added with a hint of curiosity.

"Oh, okay, thank you!" I responded, a little taken aback.

As I unlocked the door, I could hear the steady sound of water from a shower—my roommate was already settled in? I moved quickly to my room, organizing a few things before surrendering to the inviting embrace of my bed. Exhaustion washed over me from the long journey, and after a brief rest, I indulged in a quick shower, rejuvenating myself for what felt like a new beginning.

Stepping out of my room, I opened the door, and there stood Luna—the dazzling redhead—her hand poised in mid-air as if she were about to knock. The shock mirrored on both our faces was palpable.

"Elara!" she exclaimed, breaking into a wide smile.

"Luna!" I laughed, rushing into her arms as we hugged tightly, an overwhelming wave of joy coursing through me.

"I can't believe it's you! I'm so happy to see you!" I exclaimed, my heart lightening.

"Me too! I was really struggling to imagine who my roommate would be, but thank goodness it's you,"

she replied, her smile bright enough to illuminate the room.