Clara
The day drags on. I'm at the office, reviewing documents, trying to concentrate… but my mind is elsewhere. In him… In his silence. In that distance I can't quite put my finger on.
I exhale softly, turning a page. Two days unfocused, again…
"Focus, Clara," I murmur to myself.
And just then… My phone vibrates.
I pick it up. It's a message from Ethan.
My heart leaps. I open it.
"I'll be waiting for you tonight. 8:00 pm. Same place as always."
I blink, confused. The same place?
I frown, checking the date. It's not an anniversary, not a birthday, nothing special. So… why?
I stare at the screen for a few more seconds, uncomprehending, unsure what to think. … When I get home… I see them. Roses, so many, beautiful.
My breath catches for a second.
“These…?” I ask.
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