She was completely in love. She had confessed countless times. She crafted rings from soda can tabs, woven grass and strings, each a symbol of her devotion. Each time, he had rejected her without hesitation.
This year, on his birthday, she tried one last time. However, this time, he exploded in fury. For the first time, he truly lashed out at her and tore her love letter right in front of her.
From that moment on, he deliberately distanced himself by staying out late to avoid her. Before long, he brought home a girl named Rea Jefferson, his so-called true love.
The night Clara died in the car accident, she had desperately called Ian over and over again, but each was hung up harshly.
When one was finally picked up, the voice on the other end wasn’t his voice but Rea. "Clara, Ian is in the shower right now. He’s busy. He doesn’t have time to talk to you."
Then, without waiting for a response, Rea hung up.
Pain ripped through Clara’s chest, suffocating her. Her vision blurred as agony engulfed her entire being and then, she took her final breath.