Torn Between Choices

Evelyn

I stumbled into my room, a complete wreck, eyes swollen from the tears I couldn't hold back. What I didn't expect was Clara. The room was bathed in the soft glow of the lamp—so unlike the usual darkness I hid in. She sat on the edge of my bed, waiting, her presence startling me.

“Clara?” I wiped at my face, trying to clear the tears with shaky hands. But to my surprise, she didn’t react—no shock, no questions. It was as if she’d known.

Of course, she did. Jacob must’ve told them he was leaving, and they all knew he wouldn’t go without saying goodbye to me.

“So, he told you?” Clara’s voice was soft, her lips curving into a melancholic smile. Her gaze flickered down to the wine bottle clutched in my hand, and she let out a resigned sigh. “Drinking won’t fix this, Evelyn. Come here.”

She stood and opened her arms to me, her gesture so familiar, so full of understanding.

For a moment, I hesitated, afraid that if I let myself fall apart, I’d never be able to stop. But this was Clar