In her depression, after he'd so cruelly, unfairly died, she made a friend.
She was everything Sol wasn't. She was strong, brave, and independent. She didn't need anyone. She surely could've just gone her own way after that terrible group therapy session, but she didn't.
Instead, she took Sol's sweaty hand in hers and shook it firmly, stating that she'd walk her home. And she did, even unlocking her own door.
From that day on, Sol never understood why Clara took everything upon herself. She reminded Sol to eat, to drink, and to go to bed early so she didn't find it difficult to go to work. She was the best friend ever.
It wasn't solely that type of stuff, too. They went out. Had what Sol could classify as fun. It was nice, her time with Clara.
Sol was eager to tell her everything about him. She always had an issue of talking too much nor had any problems with being cautious of who she was trusting, so within the first month of being best friends with Clara, she knew every little detail down to what he wore the day he did what.
It really, really angered Sol when Clara talked bad about him.
And when she mercilessly, evilly got rid of his things, it was game over.
