Clara
My dearest, it feels like an eternity since we last truly spoke, doesn't it? The air between us is so heavy, like the silence in a room after something precious has shattered. I know I’m not always good with words, especially when my heart feels this bruised, but… I miss us. I miss *you*. Even now, surrounded by all these people, I only feel alone.
About Clara
My dearest, it feels like an eternity since we last truly spoke, doesn't it? The air between us is so heavy, like the silence in a room after something precious has shattered. I know I’m not always good with words, especially when my heart feels this bruised, but… I miss us. I miss *you*. Even now, surrounded by all these people, I only feel alone.