Chapter 27 Succession I

Klaire's P.O.V Forget about the long lace dress. I turn on my side, and hug my pillow, filled with an overwhelming sadness. The image of seeing Dwayne tomorrow is too much for me. I can feel my tears wanting to crawl down my face. I can't help but wonder if did Dwayne missed me? Probably not like I've missed him. I was the one who push him away this time. My thoughts plague me into the early hours until eventually, I fall into a fitful, exhausted sleep. *** In the large mirror on the wall, I take a long, hard look at my face. I am my usual pale self, except for the dark circles around my too-large eyes. I look gaunt, haunted. Dwayne's tortured expression haunts me. I always hear his voice in my head. In my mind, I visualize Dwayne's face, the last time I saw him as I left him with nothing but those painful words… for him to forget me and everything that happened between us. I choke at that thought. Why would I stay when things had reached such an impasse? When i