• CHAPTER 2: The worst is yet to come
    - Yes. No. Oh, i don't know.
    - Claire, what's wrong?
    - I, i can't tell you.
    - We tell each other everything, remember? You can trust me.
    - I know i can trust you. Its just that, i don't think i can handle it.

    When i said those words, i felt like my blood was rushing through my veins like a leopard
    chasing its prey. I felt like my legs suddenly went numb and i was about to fall. I've been expecting this moment for a long time, but i certainly wasn't ready now.
    - I... love... you.- i said in a hushed tone.
    An expression says more than a thousand words. He understood what i said. First his face showed that he was surprised, then thoughtful, then something between pity and understanding.
    - I don't know how to put this... so i'll just go ahead and say it. It's not that i don't love you; i love you, but as a friend.God. I've been so stupid. I've been so full of myself that i haven't even noticed about anything.I'm so sorry. We can still be friends, right?- he said while he wiped a tear off my face and ran his fingers through my hair.
    - I rather just think about it. If i talk to you tomorrow you'll know i want to be friends, if i don't, you'll know that i don't want to.
    I had to go away, run away. I had to think about it. I can't believe what just happened. Finally. The moment i've been waiting for since the first time i talked to him. I don't know if to be friends with him or to just suffer alone. I would consider myself sort of masochistic either way because i can't live without him, but if i'm still friends with him he'll tell me who he loves and whatnot. I don't know what to do.