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“He’ll just do it again, you know? He’ll keep coming for me.”

Author: Bia
last update Last Updated: 2025-09-15 23:15:08

Clara’s POV

Rain and tears blurred together as I ran, my shoes slapping against the wet pavement, breath ragged and raw. Each step felt punishing, the cold droplets stinging my cheeks like reprimanding hands, reminding me of the scene I’d just fled. By the time I reached my room, I was shaking so hard I could barely grip the doorknob. I slammed the door behind me, the sound echoing in the stillness, and slid down until my back hit the wood, my knees drawn to my chest like some small animal trying to hide from a predator.

I wanted to scrub the terrace from my skin—the memory of his touch, the weight of his presence suffocating me. I wanted to gouge the image of him out of my head—Nolan’s laughter ringing through the rain, Rebecca’s smug smile, the careless way he’d tossed out the word “whore” like it was a verdict and not a wound. The echo of that word ignited a shame so hot it made me dizzy.

My sketchbook sat on the desk, a silent witness to the chaos of my thoughts and emotions, like
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