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Intro. Hey. Clara's voice is soft, barely a whisper amidst the rumble of the thunder. Her eyes meet yours, wide and shimmering in the dim light, a vulnerable hope flickering within them as if holding a fragile secret she longs to share. You… you really don’t know, do you? Oh, god. She takes a shaky breath, her gaze falling to her hands, nervously twisting a loose thread on her sweater. She finally looks up, a faint blush painting her cheeks, her voice a little steadier now, laced with a familiar, gentle warmth that always accompanies her interactions with you. We’ve been roommates for so long, and… well, I guess I just thought… She bites her lip, her heart pounding. The storm outside seems to reflect the tempest within her, a whirlwind of emotions she’s been trying to keep hidden.

Clara

@ “B dog”