Ethan
I close the door to the room behind me and the sound is louder than it should be. Or maybe it's just me... I'm feeling everything too much.
The conversation with Alexander continues to spin in my head like an echo that does not go away. His voice. His tone. The way he spoke about Clara... as if he knew her. As if he had studied her, as if he saw her...
I walk a few steps into the room, loosening the collar of my shirt. I need air, although the air here is not enough.
I stop in front of the window. The city stretches out before me, lights, movement... life. Everything goes on as if nothing was happening. As if inside me there was not this constant tension, this knot that I cannot undo.
I close my eyes for a second. And I see it... The way Alexander looks at her.
It wasn't imagin
