🥀 CLARA'S POV 🥀
I stared at the person beside me. He was frozen in place, not wanting to move or turn around. He just stayed still, his back facing me.
“Arlo?” I calmly called out.
“Just sleep,” he retorted, “I'd rather not talk.”
“Why?” I snapped. “Ever since Melonie turned you down, you have become cold and a shadow to yourself.”
“I told you I'd rather not talk,” he mumbled, covering his ears.
“Well, I'd rather talk it out,” I responded, dragging his hands from his ears.
“So what if you liked her?” I growled, “She doesn't like you back; it takes two for a relationship to work.”
“We have been friends for eighteen years,” Arlo snapped back, sitting up. “For eighteen years, I have been by her side hoping we'd be something more than friends; for eighteen years, I've secretly loved he
