He stood there. Not just him as she had imagined so many times in the last week but actually him.
"Oliver."
It wasn't just a figment of her imagination and it wasn't just a dream. Oliver stood before her, kaki pants, a maroon jumper, and his dark hair messy like he had run his fingers through it dozens of times. He looked like a wreck and it pained her to see him like that.
"Clara," he frowned as if now that he was here he wasn't sure what to say.
Opening her mouth Clara tried to speak. The repeated several times before she gave up.
He moved off the building and she instantly noticed how he instinctively moved to brush the hair off her face, but he stopped himself. His fist clenching and unclenching tightly.
Clara's stomach knotted itself tighter, a part of herself was relieved that he didn't because she knew that his touch would be the end of her resolve but another part of her was hurt. Could he not even touch her? Did he not see the pain that he put her through just by being here?
"Oliver," she clinched her teeth together insuring that she didn't cry, she couldn't cry here not in front of him and not over him anymore.
He smiled a soft half smile and her heart jumped a little at the pain she could see in his eyes. If he was hurting too that meant something, right?
"I just," he paused looking at his hands, "I just don't know what to even say."
Clara bit her lip and took a deep breath, a heaviness settling on her chest and a lump gathering in her throat. Not here, not now, she silently begged pleading with her eyes.
"I think I called you over 60 times, your mailbox must be full of voicemail." He laughed awkwardly and Clara nodded.
"I texted dozens of times too, did you see any of those?"
Clara shook her head sadly, her eyes closed tight.
"Do you even want to know what happened?" Clara opened her mouth to say something but Oliver glared at her his pain finally materializing. "Do I even get the chance to explain what really happened? Or an explanation as to why you just left? Do I even get that right or are you the only one who makes the decisions about what happens to us? Because right now I'm getting the short end of the straw and it freaking sucks."
"Oliver, I-"
He cut her off again, "I have no fucking clue what's going on. I just know you left. You didn't let me explain. And every time I try to you ignore me."
A single tear escapes down his face and Clara's heart breaks even more.
"Am I the only one fighting for this because I really want this. I really want us but it seems like you don't. Clara I'm not blind, I've seen the way you look at me and there's no way in hell that you are because I'm sure you know that I'm in too deep for this to just end.
"So will you let me explain or are you just going to run off again. Because if you do I promise I will continue to fight, I just want to know if I'm going to be fighting a losing battle or not. Because even if I am I just want to know that at least I gave it my best shot."
So this was an emotional chapter to write and I hope I did it justice. If you're reading this I just want to say thank you so much for sticking it out with me as I processed everything that I needed to for the last month. If you haven't noticed Always Yours was combined with Sincerely Yours because I realized it didn't really make sense to split it like I did, especially looking back. It seemed like a good idea and I really am sorry for that. Hope you're enjoying the new covers and I'm really excited for the next few parts that are coming soon. Remember to vote, share, and let me know what you think.
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