(Clara)
I didn’t sleep much that night.
Ethan eventually left sometime after ten, and although neither of us brought up the word breakup, it felt like it was sitting between us the entire evening.
Waiting.
Watching.
Getting closer.
The worst part was that nothing had actually been resolved.
We had talked.
We had been honest.
Or at least as honest as we knew how to be.
But when Ethan finally stood up to leave, we were still exactly where we had started.
Confused.
Scared.
And trying desperately to hold on to something that was slowly slipping through our fingers.
The next morning, I found myself staring into my closet for almost ten minutes before Anna finally lost patience.
“You’ve been looking at those clothes like they personally offended you,” she said as she walked into t
