Clara tapped on her messages. She shook her head and tapped the button to start a new conversation. From there, she scrolled through a short list of contacts, and selected Elizabeth, from her choices.
Clara: It’s me, your live-in angel with black…
Her thumbs stopped typing. The message sounded way too cavalier for a woman who betrayed the one who she loved. Doubly so when it had been months since she made contact. Instead, she tried a different tactic.
Clara: I know you’re mad at me. I figured you’d needed some space…
This time she was trying to offload the blame for ghosting her girlfriend onto Elizabeth. That’s exactly the type of shit a drugstore cowboy would write to an ex when his latest catch escapes his clutches.
Clara was overthinking it. The words did not need to be eloquent, nor poetic. She only needed to write from the heart. Alas, Clara had made a career out of encasing her heart behind an impenetrable wall. Emotions get hunters killed…
Clara: Lizzie, this is Clara. I miss you.
The cursor taunted her, poisoning her mind with doubt and guilt. Her fingers hovered over the ‘Send’ button, but could not work up the courage to tap. Frustrated, she flicked up and was greeted by the background image.
Disclaimer: This excerpt from The Van Helsing Impetus is currently in development. There may be typos, errors, omissions, inconsistencies and so forth. The image is sourced from Pexels.
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