Clara's POV
The last thing I remember was storming out of the house. I just kept walking aimlessly until I finally snapped out of my thoughts. I had no idea where I was going.
It must have been at least an hour after almost getting bumped by a car that I decided it was time for me to stop.
I sat on a bench just thinking, trapped in my thoughts and far away from reality.
Ivy arrived about half an hour later. I can't recall exactly when I called her, probably between all my feelings.
I felt everything and nothing all at once.
She sat beside me almost unnoticed and then touched my shoulder.
"How are you feeling?" she asked after a solid five minutes in silence.
I looked up, staring across the street. And suddenly, there was the answer: a bar. The bright neon red letters on the glass
