Okay, guys!!!! Last chapter of the double update!!!!!!!! ILY all soooo much and I hope you don't hate me too much for the last chapter!!!!! Thank you so much for all your reads--the sheer number of people who have read Bittersweet absolutely blows my mind. (Blows, haha. No? Okay.) Okay, I hope you all like this chapter!!!!!!! <3

XOXO, Hannah

Clara's P.O.V

"Why didn't you just tell me?" I ask my father, my heart breaking into smaller splinters by the second. Apparently, he had known he had cancer for a while and hadn't wanted to be treated for it. But now he only has a month left and the joke is on me.

"I didn't want to ruin anything. We were finally getting close, Clara. I didn't want to lose that," he tells me. I hold back tears. Again.

"But it's not fair," my voice cracks and the tears break free. Again. "I was just getting to know you. And now I have to lose another person."

"I know, I'm so sorry. I was being selfish and I wasn't thinking. I wasn't thinking about how our relationship would affect you. And I'm really sorry about that. But I don't regret a minute that we spent together, Clara," John tells me. I can tell he's getting more tired by the second. It's like The Fault in Our Stars. Cancer is just a side effect of dying. I squeeze my father's hand, telling him to go to sleep before I walk out of the room into the toxic chemical-filled hallway. I slide down the wall and put my head in my hands, letting a sob rip through me. Again. Someone sits beside me, but it's not Harry.

"I'm so sorry, Clara," Callie tells me, wrapping an arm around me.

"Me, too," I whisper.

"You really deserve better than this," my aunt continues. "I don't understand why all this is happening to you. It's terrible."

"Yeah. It is," I agree. "Not really much I can do about it, though."

"Clara--"

"Look, I should probably go to the studio," I interrupt her before she can say any depressing sentimental shit.

"Okay," Callie's face falls. "See you later today?"

"Yeah, probably."

"Okay, bye," my aunt smiles. I wave feebly and walk out.

"So what are we working on today?" I ask Sophia.

"I think we can work on Toxic, yeah? Is that good? Just the lyric part. We don't have to focus on the other parts yet," Sophia says.

"Okay, that's perfect," I smile at my new friend. I walk into the recording booth thingy and wait for the signal to start.

Baby, can’t you see I’m calling

A guy like you should wear a warning

It’s dangerous I’m fallin’

There’s no escape

I can’t wait

I need a hit baby, give me it

You’re dangerous I’m lovin’ it

Too high can’t come down

Losing my head spinning ‘round and ‘round

Do you feel me now

With a taste of your lips I’m on a ride

You're toxic I'm slipping under

With a taste of a poison paradise

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