"Oh." Clara slowly nodded in realization, then hurriedly shook her head. "Let's go," she said with a soft smile and Carl nodded while smiling back at her, then started driving again.
Clara's eyes landed on their intertwined hands again and she bit her lips to suppress the giggles that were trying to escape, and several minutes later, they finally arrived at his house.
Carl walked out of his side and went toward the other side, then opened the door for the girl whose eyes had not left her palms.
After walking out of the car, Clara glanced up at him again and watched as he closed the door then started walking away, and she slowly followed behind him to the house.
When they entered inside, her eyes wandered around the living room and she sighed inside, still finding the place familiar, just like last time.
Her thoughts wandered to the last time she was here and the expression on his mother's face and she chuckled inside.
If only she could see the person they had said she looks so much like. Incredible but ridiculous right?
"Clara?"
The guy's voice snapped her out of her thoughts and looking up, she realized that he had already started walking up the stairs, and had stopped and staring down at her softly.
Gripping tight on her bag, she hurried toward him and they continued walking up the stairs.
After reaching the bedroom door, her heartbeat increased and she took a deep breath, then heard the guy's chuckle.
"Relax Clara, I'm not going to sleep here," Carl explained softly and watched as the girl stared at him confusedly, then he chuckled again and opened the door.
Clara's brows furrowed slightly and when she realized what he was thinking, a blush slowly crept up on her cheeks.
It's not like they haven't slept in the same place before, she was just afraid that those senses of Déjà vu would come flooding back to her senses just like last time.
Following him inside the room, she sat down on the bed with her head down, trying not to look around the very so familiar room.
Carl chuckled again while staring down at the girl. He gazed at her for some seconds, then walked toward the bathroom.
After hearing the bathroom door closed, Clara glanced up and her gaze lingered on the door with a soft smile.
Several minutes later, she yawned then watched as the bathroom door opened and the guy came out, now dressed in his pajamas then walked toward the mirror and started drying his hair.
Clara stood up and also walked inside the bathroom and when she came out, now dressed in his oversized clothing, she found the room empty.
He might have gone to the study room; she thought inside, and then walked toward the bed and lay down before covering herself with the bedsheet.
She held on tightly to the pillow while sniffing in his scent that she had grown so much accustomed to, then sighed inside, before sleep could finally overtake her.
** Later That Night **
The rumbling of the ground and the whizzing sounds of the leaves on the huge tall trees added more to the chilling atmosphere in the forest.
Her heart thumped rapidly as she rapidly glanced around for any signs of living.
Her thoughts were in a mess as she wondered why she was here, and what is this place? then a realization slowly dawned on her. It is a dream, and she felt like she had experienced this kind of dream before.
Shutting her eyes tightly, she knew what would happen next. And she doesn't want to see it, knowing that immediately her eyes darted to the corner, inside the very dark forest, that figure would be laying there, in a pool of blood.
Her heartbeat heightened rapidly, but she still kept her eyes shut, despite the ear-piercing sounds that kept intensifying with each second.
She wants to wake up, she doesn't want to experience that heartache again, from seeing his lifeless body. This dream had hunted her in the past, she knew who it was... It was the guy in her dreams but why couldn't she see his face.
Tears started streaming down her face and just like before, the force had started dragging her toward that direction and more tears rushed down her face. She doesn't want to see it, no she doesn't. However, it seems like she was no longer in control of her eyes, just like her legs, and in the next second, she stood there, staring down wide-eyed at the figure.
Her tears kept rushing and even though she couldn't clearly make out the figure in her blurry vision, she knew it is him__ It is the guy in her dreams.
'You said you have something to ask me.' Her expression was between pain and helplessness. 'What is it!!!? Stop torturing me!!! Let go of my heart!!!?" She sobbed silently as she stilled in that spot, not able to move again.
After some time, her vision slowly becomes clear while her heart started thumping in anticipation and just as she was about to clearly discern his face, darkness suddenly overtook her.
Clara's eyes shot open as her chest frantically heaved up and down.
Sitting up on the bed with a jerk, she splayed one hand on her chest while the other hand subconsciously wandered to her face which was damped with sweats and tears.
Her widened eyes glanced fearfully around the dim room, with only the bedside lamp as the only source of illumination.
After calming down, she heaved a deep sigh and glanced sideways at the empty spot beside her then turned to the alarm clock which says 3:15 AM.
Her brows furrowed, and she slowly stood up from the bed then walked out of the room, and downstairs toward the kitchen.
After pouring herself water in a glass cup, she slowly sipped it while her thoughts wandered to the nightmare again.
Shaking off the thoughts, she dropped down the glass and started walking back to the stairs.