Ethan:
Clara sleeps in my arms, her breathing is calm, slow, as if her whole body had finally found rest. Her head is resting on my chest and one of her arms rests on my abdomen, still clinging to me even in her sleep.
I haven't moved, I don't want to. My hand glides carefully down her bare back, caressing her skin in gentle motions so as not to wake her up.
It is warm, alive... Here.
I look up at the ceiling of the room, the same room. The same walls that for years kept our life together. And yet, tonight feels different.
More full, more real.
For so long this house was just that... a house. A large, quiet, too orderly place. I walked through these corridors as if something were missing, as if the air were incomplete.
Now I understand what it was, or who it was.
I look down at he
