Claire just stood there. Her lungs seemed to have forgotten how to function.
He just told her that the most beautiful thing she had seen in her life wasn't about her.
Whoever the woman was, he was in love with her… enough to write such endearing things about her.
Her heart was shattering faster than she could think.
"Who… who was it for?" The tremor in her voice betrayed her.
"I should remind you that it is none of your concern."
The way he spoke to her sent shivers down her spine.
She took a step back, crashing into the hard, yet comforting wall behind her.
"Excuse me."
She turned and stumbled out of the large room before the tears that blurred her vision spilled out.
She was in love with him - it was crystal clear.
Did loving someone hurt this much?
She stopped outside, paying no heed to the guards that stood her. Her composure was nothing but dust - she couldn't even get a word out without her voice cracking desperately.
