2025-03-02 13:00:48Brown held Clara close, his arms wrapped protectively around her as if he could shield her from all the fears and uncertainties that still lingered in her heart. He could feel her heartbeat against his chest, quick and uneven, but there was something else—something that told him she was finally letting go of the walls she had built for so long.
Minutes passed in silence, their breaths the only sound in the dimly lit hotel room. Brown didn’t rush her. He knew Clara needed time, and for once, he was willing to wait—not out of desperation, but because he finally saw a flicker of hope in her eyes.Clara shifted slightly, her fingers absentmindedly tracing circles on his chest. “Brown?” she murmured, her voice soft but filled with uncertainty.“Hm?” He ran his fingers through her hair, patiently waiting for her to speak.She hesitated, her grip tightening. “What if I mess this up again?”Brown sighed, knowing exactly where her mind was going.
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Brown held Clara close, his arms wrapped protectively around her as if he could shield her from all the fears and uncertainties that still lingered in her heart. He could feel her heartbeat against his chest, quick and uneven, but there was something else—something that told him she was finally letting go of the walls she had built for so long.Minutes passed in silence, their breaths the only sound in the dimly lit hotel room. Brown didn’t rush her. He knew Clara needed time, and for once, he was willing to wait—not out of desperation, but because he finally saw a flicker of hope in her eyes.Clara shifted slightly, her fingers absentmindedly tracing circles on his chest. “Brown?” she murmured, her voice soft but filled with uncertainty.“Hm?” He ran his fingers through her hair, patiently waiting for her to speak.She hesitated, her grip tightening. “What if I mess this up again?”Brown sighed, knowing exactly where her mind was going.
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Clara sat in the café for a long time, Brown’s words still echoing in her mind. "I cant wait forever, Clara." Her chest felt tight. She knew Brown had every right to feel that way, but something inside her refused to let him go just like that. She had spent so much time avoiding her own feelings, hiding behind excuses about family and the past. But watching Brown walk away made everything painfully clear—she didn’t want to lose him. With trembling hands, she grabbed her phone and typed a message. "Wait. I need to talk to you again. Meet me at the hotel nearby." There was no response for several minutes, and she started to think Brown had truly given up. But then, her phone vibrated. "What room number?" Her heart pounded. She wasn’t sure if this was the right decision, but she no longer cared. By the time Brown arrived at the hotel, Clara was already waiting inside the dimly lit room, the only illumination coming from the bedside lamp. She stood near the window, hugging herself
