Half a Heart, Still BeatingThe accident carved Elara in two. One half—the vibrant, laughing artist who danced in the kitchen and saw stories in the clouds—was buried with Liam. The other half was a ghost who wore her skin, moving through a world drained of colour and sound. Her heart, the doctors said, was physically fine. But she felt it as a shattered, silent thing in her chest. Half a heart, at best.She moved through the motions in a grey-hued world. Work, home, sleep. The studio where they had painted together was locked, a tomb for their shared dreams. Her