Clara
I close the door, not forcefully. Not with rage... I just close it... And I stay there.
Standing, motionless. My hand is still holding the doorknob as if I need to check that this is real. That he was really here, that I didn't imagine it.
I breathe, but the air doesn't get in well.
I let go of the metal and bring my hand to my mouth. My fingers tremble, I rest them on my lips, they are hot... Sensitive, as if they still retained the pressure of their own.
I didn't expect it, I didn't expect him to show up. I didn't expect him to go from sending calculated messages... to standing right in front of my door.
I ran my hands through my hair, let out a sigh.
Since when does Ethan act on impulse? I close my eyes. And the memory of the kiss returns.
Not as a clear image, but as a s
