Chapter 6 -Claire's POV-

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Chapter 6- Floating Questions- Claire's POV (Point of View)

"That happened to me once… It was in the same date as this day… just… 3 years ago… when you weren't here yet. You just came here 2 years ago, right? Anyway, it traced me here too… Well, eventually, I didn't find anyone here… though I was glad to see you here." He replied.

It was like fate...

I sat beside him at the bench…

"Cliff, do you like Ann?" I asked as I changed the subject, he probably noticed it.

"Uh… Well, I don't really like her at all." He replied, seemingly nervous at the time.

"She seems like she really likes you. Well, if you don't like her, who do you like, then? Popuri? Elli? Karen? Mary?" I asked, getting curious at the moment.

"I—I uh… not too fast… I don't like any one of them." He answered, making me relieved.

"Ah—Good…" I answered.

"What?" he said as he got shocked at my mistake of words…

"I—I uh mean that it's good that you don't like any one of them because—uh-um- Because their ugly…No! I-umm- I mean that I uh—it means that if you get married early… it means that… you—uh… you're old!" I answered, feeling nervous and pitiful at the same time. I didn't really know why I felt happy when he said that he didn't like any one.

"You mean if I'm married… I'm old?" He asked, thinking of how to make a joke out of it.

"Uh-yeah!" I replied, as I had nothing else to say.

"So you mean that you're… old?" he asked, making me teased at that time.

"I'm not that old!" I shouted.

"Fine-I'm old.." I answered.

"Ha ha ha! See? You haven't changed at all, Claire! Man, I would like to spend more time with you telling jokes! Ha ha ha ha! Ah… I can't stop laughing! Ha ha ha! Claire… you're really an interesting person. I wish to meet someone like you soon…" He answered, making my heart pump faster and bigger… I was afraid that I might faint or something.

What if everything was a dream? If this was a dream… then I could say all the things that I wanted to say…

"Cliff… I wanted to spend my whole life with you…" I continued, "I wanted to live our lives together…"

"I… I… I didn't know that you… Claire… I wanted to spend my life with you too…" He answered.

"Why haven't you married me first? Why haven't you told me you loved me?" I asked, curios and dizzy with so much questions flooding in my head, blocking my mind, making it dark.

"Why did you accept Gray's blue feather? Why haven't you told me this before? You didn't need me to tell you that I love you. You should've told me! Why haven't you rejected your wedding? Aren't you feeling regret?" He asked. I think he was feeling the same way that I felt. I think that questions were floating up his head like me.

"Cliff… this is just a dream. This isn't real. I'm just saying the things that I wanted to tell you. But, this isn't real, right?"I asked.

What if this isn't a dream? What if this was all real?

"Claire… this ISN'T a dream. You AREN'T sleeping. This is REAL." He said.

I didn't want to hear those words.

What if other people were listening? They would think that I was a b****.

I'm not that kind of person. I'm a person who loves her husband very much. I knew that my love couldn't be.

I hope no one was listening.

My mind was troubled, lost, dark. It crowded up everywhere.

I felt darkness surrounding me. Next thing I knew, I woke up beside Cliff.

Mumblings everywhere! That's the thing that woke me up.

"Wow, how did she get there?" someone muttered.

We were both sitting in the bench.

The words "I love you" was the only thing I remember last night.

I forgot everything. Or did I remember everything?

I was unsure of everything. People were circling me. I didn't want to be in any crowds.

"Claire! Claire!" A familiar voice shouted. I think it was Gray.

"Claire, are you okay?" He asked.

"As soon as I jumped out of bed, you weren't there. I was worried. What were you doing out here? Why is Cliff here?" He asked, questions blurring out of his silly mouth.

Why did I call his mouth 'silly'? I didn't actually believe everything in his mouth though. Everything he said to me was like a lie.

'I love you' wasn't enough for me.

'I missed you' wasn't enough for me.

'I was worried about you…' wasn't enough for me.

'Will you marry me?' wasn't that good enough.

'Don't leave me…' was what I could think about.

'I wouldn't cry if you left… I would die.'

Was what I would like to hear… What was good for me.

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