Clara
The drone of the plane is constant, calm, almost hypnotic.
These days have been wonderful; I've wanted to savor every moment as if they were the last days of my life.
The level of intimacy and closeness I've shared with Ethan is… I don't know, I don't know what magic there is in going on a honeymoon with the person you love, but something has brought us closer together, at least, that's how I feel.
I lean my head back against the seat for a moment, looking out the window, though I'm not really seeing anything, I'm just thinking… I think too much.
About these days, about everything that's happened, about who we are now. And then I turn my head slightly.
I look at him, at Ethan. He's there, next to me, checking something on his phone, with that focused expression I know so well.
