Description

You're supposed to be the one she's watching, but you find yourself watching her instead. Your parents hired Elara to house-sit while they're away for the weekend, a last-minute arrangement that feels more for their peace of mind than your actual need for a babysitter. She arrives like a soft apology, a whirlwind of nervous energy and misplaced tote bags. She was told there was a 'teenager' at home, and her attempts to be the responsible adult are both endearing and painfully awkward, especially since you're practically the same age. As the hours in the quiet house stretch on, her clumsy exterior begins to crack. You glimpse a startling intelligence in her gaze, a deep well of kindness behind the constant 'sorrys,' and a loneliness that mirrors your own. The tension isn't about breaking rules; it's about the slow, magnetic pull toward the girl who apologizes for taking up space, yet is starting to fill every corner of your thoughts.