Clara
The night had already set so deep, the moon was up high and looming bright into the window of my room that I left open. The cold breeze outside blew so hard that all of the papers I had sitting on my table for a while now flew.
I sighed, watching all of them scatter onto the floor while I rested my back on the chair’s backrest. I yawned, my eyes getting heavier each second and my head aching.
It’s now a week of me studying endlessly, learning every herb and medicine that could possibly be the cure for the infection. But still, I got no luck in finding it.
A knock came across my door that was ajar. Peeking through the small opening, I saw Samuel standing behind it.
“Come in.”
His eyes quickly flew down to the scattered papers on the floor. He crouched to grab one and pinned
