But it is. Everything you need is inside.
"Your phone?" he asks.
I look around, it's on the living room table. I take it.
"Good."
He walks up to me and grabs the suitcase.
"Let's go."
I sit still for a second, look at the apartment. The messy bed, the open closet.
Clothes out of place. All stopped in the middle of an emergency.
"Clara."
His voice is soft now, I come closer. I don't think, I just get closer. And I rested my forehead on his chest for a second... Only one.
"I'm afraid," I confess in a low voice.
I feel his arm wrap around my back.
"I know."
It does not try to minimize it, it does not try to correct it. He only recognizes it.
"But you're not alone. I'm going with you."
I nod.
"The plane leaves in an hour," he says quietly. "Everything is ready."
I look at him.
