Ethan
I woke up before the alarm went off; it wasn't the noise that interrupted my sleep.
It was that feeling that had been lodged in my chest for days, the same one that hadn't let me rest since Clara's accident.
I opened my eyes slowly. The room was completely dark, barely illuminated by the faint moonlight filtering through the curtains.
I turned my head slightly. Clara was asleep, wrapped in my arms, her breathing calm.
One of her hands rested on my chest, as if even asleep she needed reassurance that I was still there.
I looked down at her. Every time I saw her sleeping, I felt relief. And fear, so much fear.
Because all it took was closing my eyes for a moment to relive that parking lot... the impact... the blood... the ambulance... the desperate sound of my own voice calling
