Clara sat at her desk, her fingers gripping the edge of the polished wood, knuckles white from the pressure. The large office felt suffocating, despite the cool air humming from the AC. The soft clicking of a wall clock echoed in the background, but she barely noticed it. Her mind was a battlefield of rage, betrayal, and sorrow.
She exhaled sharply, staring at the documents spread before her, though the words blurred into nothingness. It didn’t matter. None of it mattered now.
"Clara, I told you he's not in your class, and he wouldn't spare you a glance. Now you see."
She muttered the words to herself, her voice dripping with self-loathing. It was as if an invisible force was taunting her, reminding her of her foolishness.
Falling in love with him had been the worst mistake of her life
