Klaire's P.O.V

Forget about the long lace dress.

I turn on my side, and hug my pillow, filled with an overwhelming sadness. The image of seeing Dwayne tomorrow is too much for me. I can feel my tears wanting to crawl down my face.

I can't help but wonder if did Dwayne missed me? Probably not like I've missed him. I was the one who push him away this time.

My thoughts plague me into the early hours until eventually, I fall into a fitful, exhausted sleep.

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In the large mirror on the wall, I take a long, hard look at my face. I am my usual pale self,...