To him, their final farewell that she had exchanged with everything she had was nothing more than a meaningless waste of time.
What mattered for him instead? Having dinner with Rea's parents?
Clara sat motionless in the dimly lit dining room, her figure was rigid like she was a statue.
After a long time, a bitter laugh appeared in the quiet room. That laughter grew louder and louder until it finally turned into an unspeakable whimper sob.
The clock ticked forward. Only thirty minutes remained before twelve o'clock. Then she would finally leave for good.
