Clara's Pov
It was pouring and the streets of the city were gray. I was standing under a little awning with my bag clutched close by and I was just shivering. My legs were sore and my hair was unkempt. I only wanted to go home and all the cabs were already filled up.
A black car came and parked before me. The window was open, and I lost how to breathe at one time.
"Clara? Is that really you?"
I closed my eyes and rubbed them with water.
It was Johnson.
Three years ago, we graduated. He was in love with me at that time, and I also liked him. I was very friendly with him, we used to have coffee and we spent time in the library together. He now appeared even better. His shoulders were broader and his mouth was more straight.
"Johnson?" I gasped. "Hold on," he laughed loudly.
I hur
