Chapter 27 Succession I
Klaire's P.O.V
Turning on my side, I hug my pillow, filled with an overwhelming sadness. The image of seeing him tomorrow is too much for me. I can feel my tears wanting to crawl down my face.
I can't help but wonder if did he missed me? Probably not like I've missed him. I was the one who push him away this time.
My thoughts plague me into the early hours until eventually, I fall into a fitful, exhausted sleep.
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In the large mirror on the wall, I take a long, hard look at my face. I am my usual pale self, except for the dark circles around my too-large eyes. I look gaunt, haunted.
His tortured expression haunts me. I always hear his voice in my head. In my mind's eye, I visualize Dwayne's face, the last time I saw him as I left him with nothing but those
