(Callum)
“What if I’m not good enough?”
The question caught me completely off guard.
Not because of the words themselves.
Because of who they came from.
For several seconds, I simply stood there looking at Clara while the silence settled heavily between us.
The research department had become almost completely empty now. Most of the lights in the surrounding offices had been switched off, and the few remaining sounds drifting through the building came from distant hallways and overworked air conditioning units that seemed determined to outlive everyone.
The university felt different at night.
Quieter.
More honest.
People stopped performing when nobody was watching.
Masks slipped.
Walls cracked.
And sometimes the things hidden underneath became impossible to ignore.
Like Clara
