Third person's pov SEATTLE That night, Ivy finished a bottle of whiskey and drank a glass of water. She didn't understand what Clara meant till she got into a car and drove home, having all the time to reflect. She thought about what Clara said. Where would she go if Ayla wasn't here. Clara didn't think she would stay, did she?She couldn't, she would have done what she was born to do so why would she stay? That night, she slept off after holding back from calling Clara…***Rays of sunshine seeped through the curtain, blinding her eyes, she woke up to her normal life. To the peaceful kind where she has this reassuring aura around her.She squinted her eyes in the dim room, observing the shadows of everything. The lamp, the chair and table at the end of the room. Then she felt it, warmth beside her it was a familiar kind of warmth. Ivy groaned and she turned her head to face Clara, she etched a small smile.This was what she prayed she would wake up to everyday. To someone
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