CLARA
Storm was right, even though it was painful to admit if anything actually happened to any of us. What's the gain then?
Everyone tried their hardest to finally get here, what am I even doing?
Why do I feel like I want to help but at the same time, I'm making things worse and more complicated?
I sat on the bare floor staring at the ceiling, after talking with Storm, I went to the painting room.
I've been in here for more than an hour or so, and barely even know what's going on behind those closed doors.
"I am really a pain in the ass, right?" I asked myself as I stayed there still.
"Not really," I heard Roberto's voice from behind me, I got up and looked at him.
"Sorry, the door wasn't properly closed,"
"Oh, I didn't even hear you walk in," I wrapped my arms around him as he g
