Clara
Drunk?
No.
For the first time in a long time—
my mind felt clear.
Clearer than it had ever been.
The cold ocean breeze brushed against my skin while waves continued crashing softly behind us. My chest still rose heavily from all the screaming, from all the crying, from finally saying things I buried for years.
But now?
Something felt different.
Lighter.
Like a heavy chain wrapped around my chest had finally broken apart.
And standing in front of me—
was Reig.
Looking at me quietly.
Patiently.
Like he was waiting for me to catch up to myself.
My heart started beating faster again.
But this time—
I wasn’t scared of it anymore.
Because slowly—
I was beginning to understand something.
I like him.
No.
That wasn’t right.
I never stopped liking him.
The realization
