El adios

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…The night was quiet, the only sounds the gentle lapping of waves against the shore and the distant cry of a seagull. Elena slept soundly, her heart at peace, her dreams filled with the image of Mateo’s smiling face. She was blissfully unaware of the subtle shift in the air, the almost imperceptible tremor that rippled through the fabric of their perfect existence, a tremor that would soon shatter the idyllic stillness and send her world spiraling into an unforeseen darkness. The serenade had ended, but the melody, she believed, would continue. She had no idea how profoundly wrong she was.