Jay's P . O . V
Never have I ever felt this miserable in all of my days.
My misery was accompanied with vulnerability as my heart ached with each passing day when I get to work and be reminded Clara no longer works with me.
After our last encounter, I hadn't seen nor heard from her again and neither did my ego let me inquire about her well being from Joanna who didn't fail to be present at work every morning as supposed, attending to customers behind the counter. Things were returning back to the ways of old how they were before Clara came into the picture.
But I've gotten so accustomed to the new life that returning back to the ways of old felt too difficult.
In my usual manner, being at work as early as my mood commands me to, I get seated behind my desk busy with various paper work
