Clara
The door closes, the sound remains floating for a few seconds in the apartment, like a small echo that slowly dissolves into silence.
And suddenly... I'm alone.
I stand in the middle of the room motionless, still staring at the door where Ethan just walked out, as if my body hasn't finished processing that he's no longer here.
I exhale slowly.
"God," I murmur to myself.
I run a hand through my still-wet hair and walk slowly toward the kitchen.
The dishes are still on the table, both of them. One in front of the other.
The cups, the breadcrumbs, the pan that's still on the stove.
It's funny how a place can feel so crowded a few minutes ago... and so empty all of a sudden.
I sit in the chair where I was before.
I rest my elbows on the table and cover my face with my hands,
