Claire & Theo

5.

Claire was confused about her situation now. Why could she not ever think for herself for once? The hate about her keeps growing steadily and it is ready to end her. Demons eat her all the way to her heart because her brain chose not to think. Clouds burying her thoughts deep down shutting off every tear that chose to fall. Her cries stopped when her mind closed.

There is nothing to understand about you, Claire.

She knew nothing of love, but she knows that no man would ever say those words to a woman they must have feelings for. Her feelings for him might exist but they are suppressed into feeling that there is nothing to burn for. He knew she was messed up and she knew that too.

Did he have to say it aloud for the air to hear how disgusting Claire truly is? These mere useless objects that surrounded her needed to hear it as well, is that what Theo was aiming for?

Every connection in her body has been breaking down continuously, yet she had to connect the cracks to wake up from these bad cogitations. All Claire could think about was how much confusion she is left in.

"Ms. Young?"

Claire swiftly saw Anastatia Renee, her admired and extremely attractive personal assistant. Anastatia was the definition of extravagant beauty, yet she was a very simple-minded and shy woman. Her beauty would make anyone fall in love easily, yet her personality states the complete opposite.

Claire was still busy in running thoughts, but she quickly ignored them to be able to speak and say words that were constricted in her throat.

"Yes?" she croaked.

Anastatia hesitated, "Mr. Easton has told me about the quick change of plans... shall we get you ready?"

She really wanted to shout no to Anastatia's beautiful face, but she could not bear to see her hurt. Claire knew that she would be angry at herself for not listening to Theo because after all the pain she had been through thinking about him, she still yearned to meet him.

"Of course." she mustered a smile on her face.

Anastatia also smiled magnificently at Claire, giving her courage to stand on her legs that were beginning to shake with anxiety.

"Your bags already set to go; I just need to give you some comfortable clothes for your flight."

"Okay, that is fine with me. Let us have some coffee as well, Anastatia."

"Yes ma'am!" she brightened once again.

"Thank you and I told you to drop the formalities before." Claire smiled.

"Sorry." Anastatia smiled sheepishly.

She finally began to think.