Ethan
I saw her before she got up, it was not what she said. It was how she said it.
In the cafeteria, when she mentioned Vanessa, Clara held the cup with both hands. Her fingers looked calm, but her thumb stroked the edge in slow circles. That gesture.
That damn gesture. I had seen it before... The last time I saw her was the night she told me she was leaving.
That night when I was convinced that she was exaggerating. That it was just a tantrum. That Clara would never be able to break what we had built.
I remember her calm voice, too quiet.
"I can't go on like this anymore, Ethan."
I thought it was an emotional threat. I thought that the next day everything would return to its place.
She did not return.
That night she had the same expression I saw today in the cafeteria; a dange
