Vanessa
I'd been locked away for too long, alone for too long, thinking for too long.
And when a person spends so much time alone, their own head becomes the worst place in the world.
I couldn't sleep, I couldn't eat, I couldn't stop thinking about Clara… about Ethan… about the two of them.
About the images I'd seen that morning in front of the company, the kisses, the smiles.
The way he looked at her, the way she looked at him, it had destroyed me, because it meant the box hadn't worked… Or at least not in the way I'd hoped.
I was sitting on the living room floor, surrounded by empty glasses, old documents, and clothes I'd never bothered to pick up, staring at a fixed point, thinking. Always thinking.
Until I heard knocking on the door.
Knock, knock, knock.
I closed my eyes.
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