Clara
Time does not cure everything, the mind does not let pass...
There is something that no one says about second chances, they do not come wrapped in romanticism.
They arrive accompanied by memory and memory is not kind.
It's been two days since the event, two days from the terrace. From the word "future" floating between us, from the interruption, from the way he looked at me when I said no that night.
I haven't avoided thinking about it, but I haven't romanticized it either. Ethan can be honest now.
But that doesn't erase what was.
I let out a sigh and rested my elbows on the window, looking at the landscape that the window of my apartment gives me. And I'm not the same woman who accepted silences as answers.
Dad is better, that anchors me.
This morning he called me before I
