Clara When the dawn had fully broken, I was exhausted. I’m trying to conserve my remaining energy by not resting hoping it would be better and of course I’ll save more time. But when I felt my vision spinning, I had no choice but to stop for a while. I tied the horse’s leash on a small
SamuelI don’t know what’s gotten to me. I wanted to tell Clara about how the pack elders had already turned their backs on me because as much as possible, I don’t want to hide anything from her. I trust her so much, but I don’t want to add more burden onto her shoulders. She’s already doing too much for the pack. But the guilt that I was having for not telling her is getting far more question
ClaraThe night had already set so deep, the moon was up high and looming bright into the window of my room that I left open. The cold breeze outside blew so hard that all of the papers I had sitting on my table for a while now flew. I sighed, watching all of them scatter onto the floor while I rested my back on the chair’s backrest. I yawned, my eyes getting heavier each second and my head aching.
SamuelWhen the outbreak happened, I was determined not to tell Clara and bring her closer to another danger just after she almost died. Not for her, but for me because I don’t want to go through the same exact situation where I hold her in my arms as she bleeds to the brink of death. Having that kind of fear is something I would avoid for the rest of my life. But, things didn’t go according to my plan. The disease got worse and half of our population were infected. I never knew I’d need her much as I depend on her now. That first night, just right after she recovered, when she found out about the disease outbreak, I’ve never seen her sleep anymore. Every single night, I would watch her drown herself into the endless bunch of papers, studying how to end this virus. On mornings, she takes rounds into the area we isolated only for members who have the disease. Seeing her trying her best to prolong each person’s life while risking her’s made me accept one thing: she’s not the Clara I
ClaraI spent another day lying on the mattress as if I was a disabled person. Boredom was slowly filling me as time went by. My routine seems static: I will wake up, get checked by the pack doctor, eat, drink my medicines and go back to sleep.“Why is Donna not visiting me?” I asked out of pure wonder. For sure, she was the first to realize I left the pack that night. She was probably the one who informed Samuel about it. I just couldn’t help but to wonder that it’s been days since I woke up and she never bothered to show up…not even once. “She’s busy,” Samuel briefly answered. Aside from the pack doctor, only him regularly visited me every single day. It’s not like I was expecting more people to come by, but the only person I expected to be with me at times like these vanish like a dust into thin air. “Busy? How?” I sat down on the mattress, my brows shot up at Samuel. “Who would she be busy with? I’m right here, so Do–” “She’s got other work to do, okay?” Samuel abruptly cuts
Clara Just as what the old lady promised, she accompanied me to the peak of the Valley to get the plant I needed. Being with her made my way a lot easier. With her expertise with medicine, she got everything we needed to outplay the monsters blocking our way. I’ve never had the chance to a