Clara
Ethan does not move away, after saying those words, he continues to look at me as if he needed to make sure that I am still here, in front of him, listening to him. His hands remain on my body, firm but careful... as if he was still afraid of pushing too hard and that all this would break.
The candle behind us flickers softly.
The warm light casts shadows on his face and makes his eyes shine even brighter. I can clearly see the moisture that accumulates in them, that regret that doesn't seem faked.
My breathing is slow... but my heart doesn't. It beats hard inside my chest.
Ethan leans his face a little closer to mine, the movement is slow, almost hesitant. And then I feel it, the touch.
His lips barely touch mine, it's such a soft touch that it could disappear at any moment.
