Ethan
The silence stretches between us like a rope about to break, Clara does not respond.
She doesn't say yes. She doesn't say no... She just looks down at her coffee, as if she could find an easier way out of the foam than looking into my eyes, but I can't stay there.
Not again.
"Clara," I repeat, and my voice comes out lower, more raw. "Tell me... do I have a chance?"
She doesn't look up, I feel my pulse hitting my temples.
"Because I don't want to fight," I continued, taking a step towards her, "knowing that in the end the war... and the battle of wanting to make you fall in love... are lost."
I never talk like that, I never use words like war for something emotional.
But this is it. It is strategy against destiny, it is pride against repentance.
It is the past against what i
