Ethan:
The rain started hours ago, I know because I've heard it all the time.
I'm lying on my back on my bed, staring at the dark ceiling of my room, as the drops hit the glass of the windows with a steady rhythm that should be relaxing... but it is not.
Not tonight, tonight every blast of rain seems to fall right on my thoughts.
On my chest, on that restlessness that doesn't let me breathe calmly.
I turn to one side, then to the other.
The sheets are tangled in my legs and the pillow no longer has any shape. I've been trying to sleep for too long... But I can't
close my eyes for a moment, and there it is again. Clara, her voice, her gaze.
The way her lips felt against mine.
I squeeze my eyes tightly and let out a long sigh.
"Damn it," I murmur in the darkness.
I run a hand over
