Clara
The light wakes me up, it's not abrupt... but it is enough. It sneaks through the curtains, soft, insistent, as if reminding me that the world goes on... even if I'm not ready to face it.
I blink a couple of times... Everything feels... heavy.
My head, my body, my chest.
It takes me a few seconds to locate myself, the ceiling is not mine.
Neither does the room. And then... I remember it.
The event, Vanessa, the necklace. I slam my eyes shut.
no... But yes.
Everything comes back too quickly, too clear.
I exhale slowly and run a hand over my face... I feel dry skin, makeup that is no longer makeup, just leftovers. I'm... like this.
I sit up a little and see it, to the side, on the bed. The necklace.
My breath barely stops, there it is, intact. Shining like it doesn't carry a
