Vanessa
A few days ago… The night is too quiet, one of those unsettling nights. One of those nights where the noise of your own thoughts is louder than anything outside.
I'm sitting on the sofa, a glass of wine in my hand, not really drinking it. I just swirl it between my fingers, watching the liquid move slowly… hypnotic… almost therapeutic. But it doesn't work, nothing does. Because my mind is still in the same place… Clara, I haven't stopped thinking about her.
Now, the image of them together won't leave my mind… that damn news, that event everyone's talking about.
Last year I went with him, I asked to accompany him, and he just shrugged, accepted it without a second thought. And this year, when he was nominated in several categories, he went with her… That event, that… The way
