The night enveloped Mabel's room in a warm embrace, despite the darkness that surrounded it. The soft glow of the room's lighting revealed Mabel's contemplative reflection as she gazed into the mirror.
Meanwhile, Clara's tender touch brushed through Mabel's silver locks, the rhythmic strokes creating a soothing melody.
The conversation during tea time lingered in Mabel's mind, especially Clara's story. Mabel felt an urge to share something from her past with Clara, an inclination she hadn't felt with anyone else before.
Clara had shown immense courage by sharing her pain, and Mabel felt a growing sense of responsibility to do the same.
Yet, the weight of her history felt like a stone lodged in her throat, making it difficult to speak about her painful experiences.
