(Clara)
The problem with Ethan was that he made me feel guilty without ever trying to.
If he had been angry, things would’ve been easier.
If he had accused me of something, things would’ve been easier.
If he had given me a reason to be upset with him, things would’ve been easier.
Instead, Ethan continued being Ethan.
Kind.
Patient.
Understanding.
And somehow that made everything worse.
His words followed me long after we left the courtyard.
“I miss you.”
The confession had been simple.
Honest.
The kind of honesty that was impossible to argue with.
Because I missed him too.
That was the part nobody seemed to understand.
Including me.
Missing someone and loving them weren’t always the same thing.
The realization felt cruel.
Especially when the person involved had done abs
