Clara
I decided that I was done.
Done stalking Reig.
Done overthinking.
Done crying over a man I personally pushed away.
It was embarrassing at this point.
One cheek kiss from a random pretty flight attendant and suddenly I was acting like a widow from a historical drama.
Absolutely pathetic.
So the next morning, I forced myself to get up early and continue life normally.
No overthinking.
No emotional damage.
No Reig Miller.
Easy.
Very easy.
Except apparently the universe found me hilarious.
After finishing my morning routine, I headed to the gym again. The soreness from yesterday still lingered around my legs, but strangely enough, I liked it.
Physical pain felt simpler.
Easier to understand.
Unlike whatever was currently happening inside my chest.
After showering and c
