Love, On A Withered Path.

night. Although she was moved with pity, she deemed it right. She anticipated a quick recovery. 'W

" Lora asked, after

," Clara managed to utter few wo

he right decision," Lora said with satisfaction.

her head slightly. "Ever since I told him those few stinging words

ou and I knows this won't work out! He is not your type. You know, don't you Clara? You can't go contra

, moved her head away from her and sat up inde

aused a little and began again, "yes, I may not be with him, but he always has a p

repeat, he is not your type. And so do...." She reiterated her

ings?" She said with tears in her eyes. "How am I

about you, a lot!" She said, with the inte

oint, Cla

ourself! Only your self mom!" She la

e called in

ok in her eyes and words in her mouth. "You don't care about me.

ath some time ago, but she bluntantly unheeded my warnings. Today what happened? You and I knew how it all ended. Now, you want to make a simila

from the path to her room, when she has

called her in

heless Clara proceeded. "Do you know how excrutiating it is to let go of someone you loved so much; someone who has done you no wrong, with

e fought so many years of my life. I can't just let my integrity be compromised just because you are in love with Sam. The dooms day predicted will come to f

I'm thinking right?" She asked in nimble

e him off your mind, then I don't

hter. In bitterness, Clara stood up, about to

Lora's direction. "Taking his life will be my red line. Be ready to take mine if his life is ever

remorse. As she stormed the corridor, with vigour on her way back to her room, Lora called, trying to bring her back, but that went o

n to her head. She pleaded earnestly with sleep to take her, but that declined her pleas either and neither did she stopped thinking about him. With the addition of the newly issued threats by her unsympathetic mom not long ago, things were turning out

made to her. Life is really unfair.

of Sam was no easy task. The reminiscence of their love was so strong that