Clara
I don't know when I stopped breathing. Maybe it was when he said my name. Maybe when I saw that rose in his hand, or maybe… when he asked that question.
"Will you be my girlfriend again?"
Time stops, literally. Everything around me—the lights, the music, the table, the city beyond the window—becomes blurred, as if someone had turned down the volume of the world to leave only his voice… and my heart pounding in my chest.
I look at him and I see him, I really see him. Not the confident, controlled, dominant Ethan I'm used to. Not the man who always seems to have all the answers. I see a man… nervous. Waiting, exposed. And that… disarms me.
My eyes fill with tears, and I can't stop them. They aren't tears of sadness. They are… something else. Something deeper, more honest. I s
