Clara
Night falls differently, unlike any other. The air feels denser… heavier with something I can't quite name, but that envelops me. Expectation, fear, excitement. All at once.
I'm in the room, sitting on the edge of the bed, my hands clasped in my lap. I'm not doing anything in particular… but I can't stay still either.
I glance at the clock, look back at the door, breathe. And just as I'm about to get up again… There's a knock.
A soft knock, one that makes my heart leap.
I stand up almost immediately, walk to the door. And when I open it… There he is. Ethan… he's standing in front of me, with that look of his that always manages to disarm me. For a second, neither of us says anything.
We just look at each other… As if this moment… were more important than any words.
"Hi…
