Chapter 27

Clara's POV

"Okay." - I just nod, not wanting to know MORE about him.

"We'll talk about it another time. Dinner is ready." -he adds as soon as I stop talking, and I'd like to tell him I'm not hungry, but a great smell invades my nostrils and makes my mouth water.

I get up from the sofa, and then follow him silently into his pretty kitchen that has become familiar to my eyes. I don't want my friend to feel how bad I am right know, so I try to recover and hide my feelings in order not to make him worry, while I sit next to him.

I don't understand why Alex came and what he did, and why he left.

I start playing with the spoon while I wait for the risotto to cool, without helping John set the table for how distracted I am right now.

I loose myself in my thoughts again and avoid following my friend's speech, letting him believe that I'm listening to him.

I don't mind spending time with John, but part of me right now doesn't really want to be here, but it wants to disappear from the face of the earth, and I admit to myself that another small part of me now wants to be at home right now, with Juliet ... and Alex.

Thinking about the latter I feel a sense of nausea return to bother me as few hours ago, when that bastard told me he has had enough of me.

"You don't like it? If you want ... »-when I realize John is still talking, I hurry to interrupt him with a low voice.

"No, it's fine!" - I try to convince him and oblige myself not to think about Alex for a moment.

Yet my head today doesn't want to cooperate... Neither my stomach: without exchanging a word with John I reach the bathroom, while he just looks at me sideways.

I close the door behind me, and then hurry to bend over the sink when I feel a strage sense of nausea as I look at my reflection, trying to understand why that woman is more beautiful than me according to Alex, but it doesn't take long to give me an answer.

She seemed Miss America, she was also beautiful for the way she breathed and exuded sex in each step she made... Until I started punching her.

Me, on the other hand... I know what being sexy means, and I'm almost thirty: I observe deep dark circles around my eyes and my pale face, while I try the instinct to reduce the mirror in front of me to a thousand pieces.

I feel like crying again for how much Alex destroyed me, but bu at the same time I feel like I have run out of tears.

I lower my head, and then refresh myself with a rinse on my eyes: I hurry to dry them when I hear John's voice outside the bathroom door:

"Clara, are you all right?"