The Story Of A Lonely Girl In A Dark Room- Love... -

It took a year before Clara could say the words. They were sitting on Eli's couch, eating takeout from the Thai place around the corner, and something about the moment felt significant. The light was fading outside, turning the room a soft blue. Eli was laughing at something she had said, his head tilted back, his eyes crinkled at the corners.

She looked at her own hands in the shadows. For months, she had viewed her isolation as a punishment for a failed love. But looking at that tiny sign of life, her perspective shifted. She hadn't locked herself away to die; she had locked herself away to keep her remaining love safe from being hurt again. The Story Of A Lonely Girl In A Dark Room- Love...

Obsession and Loss