CHAPTER 36
Clara's POV
The door clicks shut after his words, leaving me in the empty room with nothing but my thoughts.
“Believe me, the feeling is mutual.”
The words linger at the back of my mind like a voice unwilling to leave. I kept trying to tell myself I didn't care, but that was a lie.
I stood there, still feeling extremely drunk. I swayed slightly, my eyes lingering on the now-empty spot Spencer stood in. My chest was tight, maybe it was the alcohol taking its course, or maybe I just wanted to believe that.
“We are nothing, absolutely nothing.” I kept repeating like a chant, like I was trying to convince myself more than anything else.
My laugh comes out very hollow; it was obvious it was forced.
“Fine.” I mutter to the empty room, “Good.”
I turned towards the bathroom,
