Under the old oak tree where they often studied, Clara’s heart raced as she watched Ethan laughing with their friends. The sun dipped low, casting a warm glow around them, but her heart felt cold. The moment had come. She took a deep breath, her palms sweaty, and approached him.
“Ethan, can we talk?” She stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. He turned, surprise etched across his face, but ...