CLARA
I couldn't peel my eyes away from them. I knew I should look elsewhere, but I just couldn't.
My chest tightened painfully, heat rushing behind my eyes as tears threatened to spill.
No, Clara.
I shook my head, fists clenched into my lap. I felt the sharp sting as my finger dug into my palm. But I ignored it. It was nothing compared to the one in my heart.
"He means nothing to you," I reminded myself. "No reason to cry over someone like him."
I was the one who rejected him. I was the one who pushed him away. I was the one who decided he did not deserve to suffer beside me. He didn't deserve all the pain and baggage I had going on with me.
Yet somehow, I was the one hurting the most. I sniffed hard, forcing the tears back. I blinked the blur in my vision, looking away briefly.
Mistakenly, I looked at them again. And our eyes met.
William smirked, one arm wrapped around the blonde's waist.
Bastard.
