wait three days. My answer is the same now as it’ll be then. I’m not giving up on achung bere, and I’m not leaving.”
When ad never seen her so pesulure, so unwww.ring. He opened his mouth to argue, but no words came, Clara had already made up her mind
“You should have Liam Book your ticket,” she said, her tone lighter, like she’d already moved on from the conversation “You can head back tomorrow.”
He warned to protest, to tell be be wasn’t leaving, but he could see it in her expression–it be pushed her further, she’d throw him out. And even the thought of hot being near her was unbearable.
*Alright.” Be Lied, his wor barely above a whisper
sigh of relief. As she glanced outside, the soft pitter–patter of rain against the windowpane caught her attention. sodrenet, eral after a moment’s hesitation, die cald, “You can staytonight. It’s raining, and there’s no point in sending
ere were no hotels nearby or Ubr If she sent him out, he’d be stuck in the rain with nowhere to go
you out now.”
Later that exeiding, Wien took it upon himself to cook diner. He carefully prepared a few of Clara’s favorite dishes and set them out on the small dining table. B just as he was bringing the last plate, he noticed Caja standing by the stove, stirring a pot of noodles
ddy, moving toward her “You can
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