Clara's P.O.V

"You're a whore," Jace sneered. "Can't you be a whore for me, too?"

"Harry wasn't my boyfriend," I gasped. "I swear."

"Wasn't? So he is now?" Jace asked, walking towards me. I looked away and he punched me hard. I coughed up blood, the taste of metal and salt on my tongue.

"I don't know," I whispered. "I swear, Jace, I haven't any idea what we are."

"Well, I hope he figures it out soon--"

I wake up screaming. What the fuck was that about? I let out sob after sob. It felt so real, I could feel the terror. Harry wakes up with a gasp and pulls me into his arms.

"Sh. Shh. You'll be okay, I promise. It's okay," Harry whispers, rocking me back and forth. "Another bad dream?" I nod. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"Harry, I think it was a memory," I tell my boyfriend. "J-Jace raped me."

"Clara, I'm so sorry," Harry whispers. "I didn't want you to remember that. That was the one memory I didn't want you to have. I know you've been having memories come back, and I'm happy for you. But I didn't want you to remember this."

"I'll be okay," I say, more to myself than him. "I'll be fine."


"I'm fine," I say more forcefully. "I have to be. I can't give up, Harry. I want to remember everything."

"Okay, love. Go back to sleep. It's only one in the morning."

"Okay," I croak. "I love you, Harry."

"I love you, Clara," Harry whispers, kissing my forehead. I drift off into sleep again.

Harry's P.O.V

I fall asleep listening to Clara's soft, slow breathing, and slip into the world of dreams.

"Goddamn it, Harry! We aren't good for each other, can't you see that?" Clara screams, throwing a glass bottle at the the wall. It shatters, spilling its contents all over our kitchen floor.

"Clara, stop it," I plead. "Please, stop it. You're going to scare the kids."

"Harry, we need to get a divorce. We're going to scare the kids more if we keep fighting like this all the time," Clara tells me, holding back tears. "We've been together for six years, and we've given it our best shot. But we can't do this anymore. We're running in circles."

"No, Clara. Don't say that. I love you," I cry.

"I love you, too, Harry. But I can't keep doing this," Clara says.


"Goodbye, Harry," Clara whispers, walking out the door.

"No! Clara, come back!"

"Come back!" I shout, gasping awake. Clara jumps up, looking around for some sort of threat. I lie back down, panting.

"Bad dream, too?" Clara asks me, sitting beside me. "Wanna talk about it?"

"I-it was nothing. Just a bad dream, is all. Clara?" I ask.

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