That night, Clara and I lay together under the new blankets. She held me close, her arms around my waist, head on my shoulder. As she slept peacefully beside me, I lay wide awake. It was our first night sharing a bed, yet sleep wouldn't come.I stared at her slender neck, slowly raising my hand toward her throat. Just before touching her skin, foreign memories suddenly flooded my mind.Startled, I pulled back and closed my eyes, letting myself sink into these memories.In them, Clara was vibrant and full of life. She'd wipe her sweaty face with Caleb's varsity jacket and share his water bottle without a second thought.At basketball games, whenever Caleb scored, he'd immediately search the crowd for Clara. She was always there, cheering the loudest.Though quiet around others, Caleb couldn't stop talking when Clara was near. People called Clara "Caleb's shadow," but Caleb knew he was the one who couldn't live without her.Senior year, they promised to attend the same college. Eve
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