CLARA
I look into this man's eyes sitting in front of me. I see the monster behind them and I wonder why I have never seen it before. How could I have been so blind? He was nothing but a gentleman to me while I was in England but now he has turned into this possessive beast. Just because I chose not to say a word because he did not even ask me a question, he now suddenly have the right to ask me why I make him uncomfortable.
"I did not mean to make you uncomfortable, I just did not have anything to say"
Then I see him smiling slightly and with his one eyebrow raised, he says.
"Then...why don't you find something to talk about"
At first, I feel scared and I wonder how I got myself into this situation but then my heart is filled with anger. Who gives him the right to talk to me this way
