Ethan
Motionless, that's how she was… too still, too fragile.
My heart breaks, because her face… It has marks, bruises. A bandage encircles her head.
Her pale skin, her lips… Colorless.
"No…"
The word escapes me. I close the door behind me and walk slowly toward her.
As if I'm afraid she'll disappear.
"Clara…"
My voice is a whisper. I reach her side. I look at her, and something inside me completely unravels.
"God…"
I run a hand over my face. The tears are already there.
I can't stop them. I don't want to.
"What happened to you…?"
My voice cracks. I observe her. Every detail, every wound, every mark.
And I feel guilty… So guilty.
"I should have come for you…"
The words come out on their own.
"I should have been with you…"
My chest aches.
"You shouldn't have been alone…"
