Romans & histoires Clarity Why Are You My Remedy

Something heavy and sad. "So you can guess my reaction," Clara continued, "when I was told that there was a cure out there. A child whose blood could neutralize the virus. A child who was walking around, breathing, living, while my babies were rotting in the ground." Her voice rose, thick with grief and fury. "Why wasn't the cure gotten when my children were still alive? Why did it not come when there was still a chance to save them? Why did your daughter get to live when mine did not?"

"You know my name?! Speak! Who are you?!" "Well…" Clarity shook her head mysteriously. "I'm a displaced vagabond like you." Frank charged his Five-Peat Archaeus right then, ready to attack—since she refused to go along when he was nice, he just had to get tough! But even as Clarity took a step back, she was beaming charmingly. "Oh, calm down! How impatient can you get? Well, since you're so eager to find out, I guess I can tell you… I go by many names, so which should I tell you? Oh, right."

she said nonchalantly. "Uh, okay then," Lucas replied, swallowing hard. Focus Lucas Green. Focus. Let's not do or say things we might regret. She's your responsibility not your lover. She has a boyfriend. Focus. Claire looked up at Darren and Lucas, worry starting to build on her face. "I don't know what's happening to me. I don't feel okay. I haven't felt okay for weeks," Claire said, feeling hopeless. "Darren, why did you give me those specific herbs? Are you a shaman?" Claire asked.

“Clair has been relentlessly pursuing me. What allegedly occurred between you two as well? She gives me the willies.” "Who is Clair?" I ask. I try to understand it. "You mean strongest?” I continue when she nods in affirmation. "She comes off as evil right away. Not unusual.” “When I first heard that you got off to a bad start, I assumed it was an issue with "you," but girl, she irritates me.” “Just sprinkle a little pepper in her drink or lotion, and you'll thank you later.” "You're both mean and wild. Who raised you?” she laughs, massaging my body.

“You must have sat in this same chair, sipping tea, breathing through the rage. That’s what I love about you. You never flinch.” “We’re the same, you and I. But I’m not afraid to bleed for what I want.” There was something worse than threats. Familiarity. Clara’s delusion wasn’t random. It was curated. Studied. She had made me into an altar, worshipping not who I was, but the version of me she’d decided to love. And I knew this sickness wouldn’t stop at admiration. It never did. That morning, I arrived at the clinic early, well before my first client.

I've fiddled with my mother’s ring more times in the last 2 days than I've done in 20 years. Everything is coming apart fast. I love fast. I crave it, but this is something else entirely. “You look awful,” Clarissa says beside me. “It's nice to see you too, Clary,” I lie. I can't genuinely remember the last time I felt happy or grateful to be in the same room as her. “I didn't mean it insultingly, Ryker. I mean you look awful, sick. Since our encounter with John, you’ve seemed so… pale.”

"Why would you do that? You barely know me." "I know enough." He held my gaze steadily, nothing performative in the directness of it. "I know you've spent weeks absorbing humiliation this pack should be ashamed of inflicting. I know you've done it with more grace than most people could manage, and I know that grace shouldn't have to come at the cost of your own safety or sanity. I'm not offering this because I expect anything in return, Clara. I'm offering it because it's the right thing to do, and because frankly, I think you deserve at least one place in this world where nobody's trying to erase you."

No one will save you or make you whole like they do in the movies. You make yourself whole. "Don't be such a cynic Clara. Love does exist. You just met the wrong man at the wrong time. That doesn't mean you won't meet the right one in the future," Maya explained. "That's it! You need Textin!" Jessy snatched Clara's phone that was laying on the table. "No-" Clara wanted to reach out and grab her phone. "Shh..." Zaphire seized her wrist and cooed her. "She's right. You need this,"

I walk in quietly, the smell of herbs and cleaning agents hanging in the air. "You look better." I say softly. Clara glances up, offering a small weary, smile. "I feel...clear. For the first time in a long time." Her voice cracks, and I feel something twist inside me. I move closer, sitting beside her. "It's over now." The purging ritual had been successful. She no longer had to worry about the evil manipulations.

"I'm here to deliver something that's going to save your life." She looked at the case. Back at him. "I don't understand." "Your daughter arranged this. She... secured treatment for your condition. Lunasol. Do you know what that is?" Clara's hand went to her mouth. "That's not possible. Lunasol is....it's impossible to get. It's too rare. Too expensive. Melina couldn't possibly..." "Your daughter is very resourceful." Edmund opened the case. Showed her the vial inside. "And very determined. She did what needed to be done to get this for you."