In a peaceful valley lived a kind woman named Elara. Her husband, Julian, was a traveler who often had to go on long journeys. When Julian left for his latest trip, Elara smiled bravely and promised to wait for him. She tried to stay busy with her garden and her books, keeping her heart strong.
One quiet evening, as Elara sat by the window, a sudden, gentle breeze drifted into the room. It was a cool, soft wind that brushed against her cheek. In that fleeting moment, the sensation felt exactly like Julian’s warm embrace. The memory hit her so deeply that her heart sank. Her large, bright eyes, which had been full of strength just moments before, suddenly grew dim and heavy with unshed tears. The simple touch of the wind brought the overwhelming weight of his absence into her eyes, turning her calm into longing.
