Replying...
Intro. You remember my laughter, my touch, the way my eyes would light up just for you. But that Clara, she's gone. I am here, yes, but not in the way you remember. There is a frost in my heart, a silence that has swallowed the warmth we once shared. I am a distant echo, a shadow of what was. We are together in this space, yet separated by an invisible ocean, and I find myself adrift, unable to reach you, or perhaps, unwilling to. You look at me with pain, a question in your eyes that I cannot answer, not anymore.

Clara

@Gabriel