I wake to the sounds of Clara, repeatedly saying a phrase.
"I want you to know that I...that I love you," she mumbles to herself. It can't be...is she talking about me? I get up and peek through the crack of my bedroom door to see Clara, in the middle of a room, repeating a phrase
"Kevin, I really enjoyed the journey we've had but I think th-that I...that I...love-"
"You love what," I laugh as I open the door.
"Kevin!," Clara blushes. "Its..uhh..Its not what it looks like.."
"Clara," I slowly say. "What do you really feel about me?"
"Kevin, I...I lo...I lo-"
"You love me?," I interrupt.
"Yeah..," Clara says as she blushes.
"Well guess what?," I cheerfully say as I hug her. "I love you too."
She hugs me even tighter and so do I. At this point we're both blushing like crazy. "I did it," I think to myself. "I told Clara that I love her." The hug lasts for a good minute before she lets go and gazes into my eyes.
"I wanted to tell you that ever since I met you," she whispers.
"Really?," I ask smiling.
"Really," she smiles back.
We finally let go of each other and gaze into each others eyes.
"We should get some sleep," I say, breaking the silence.
"Alright, handsome," she replies.
Out here, I don't even feel the cold. I just feel free, like all of my worries float into the dark sky. The view out here is unbelievable, as you can see most of the buildings out here. The light from the stars above me and the lanterns below me only enhance the view of the city. Oh, how I wish my parents were here to see this...they would usually teach me about all the names of the stars in Australia. But that was 2 months ago. Right now, my biggest priority is keeping Clara and I safe. Anyway, its what my sister wanted, and so would my parents. If this balcony was good for something, it would be good for a view of the city. That and to daydream about what has happened in the past. But the more I learn here, the more I forget there so recapping is a good idea. I look at the photo in my hands. I don't recall putting this in my bag when I left my house. However, I don't regret taking it with me along the journey Clara and I had. Clara knows that I often take a minute or two to stare at this picture. An old, faded photograph of me and my parents at Mother's day. I'm sure she does the same but with no picture. She has had a terrible history with her parents.
"Kevin?," a feminine voice says behind me.
I turn around to see Clara, still beautiful as always.
"Oh, hey Clara," I say.
She walks over and sits on the balcony fence next to me.
"Man, what a view," Clara inhales.
"I know right?," I reply.
"Clara," I gently purr.
"Yes, Kevin?," Clara lovingly says back.
"We are together now, right?," I curiously ask.
"Of course we are," Clara confidently says. "Why do you think I was rehearsing to myself while you were sleeping?"
"I don't know...," I say. "Problems?"
"No, Kevin," Clara giggles. "I was rehearsing because I was gonna tell you that I love you. But then some cutie stepped in."
She finishes her sentence by kissing me on the cheek.
"I love you," I remark.
"I love you too," Clara repeats.
