[Clara's POV]
[2 months later]
Two months passed quietly, almost too quietly.
Clara had moved into her own room still living in Nathaniel's house but not in the same room not long after everything that happened. Though she hated it, it was supposed to be a good change — more space, more privacy, she couldn't let Nathaniel suffer by always being with her since he clearly didn't want her. And it was good, mostly. What surprised her was how quickly things shifted with Nathaniel once she moved out.
They'd gone from cuddling and snuggling together, smiling at each other and laughing together … to short nods in the mornings. Short conversations in the elevator. Short everything.
It wasn't cold exactly — Nathaniel wasn't the type to be cold — but the old closeness wasn't there anymore. It felt like she'd put a wall up somewhere without meaning to, and he'd quietly accepted it.
