She had no answer to the question. She couldn’t possibly have one. She was scared of what she wanted to hear, and somehow, the truth seemed to hurt more than it should.
Clara lingered outside the gym for longer than necessary. The warm breeze of the midday sun brushed her skin, but she could barely feel the heat; her thoughts blocked her feelings. Her fingers curled gently into a small fist. She squeezed her hands tighter, as tho she was holding onto something that wasn't there. The question still played around her mind, could it actually work between them?
She shook her head, trying to dismiss it. She knew she couldn't think of such, so she pushed it aside and finally stepped inside the gym. Melinda's eyes locked onto hers the moment she entered, but Clara ignored the glare, choosing no
