I woke up alone in my room with newfound clarity but tears in my eyes. I ended up crying for a good few minutes, mourning for my past life, and for what I knew was about to happen. It was finally clear to me what I should do in order to stop the cycle. I had to tell Dorian the hundred-year old truth that I’d been keeping to myself. But I knew I couldn’t do it, because doing so would only cause him pain. He had spent more than a century thinking that his Clara was perfect, and that she loved him back. He thought that all along, she was being blackmailed by my brother. I didn’t have the heart to break his.
When my tears were done flowing, I picked myself up. I must’ve slept for a long time again, seeing as how my injuries barely hurt anymore. I stood and went straight to my closet to pack.
