Claire Sinclair also closed her eyes, ready to sleep.
Suddenly, a dark figure quietly approached. The intimidating aura pressed in, making it almost hard for her to breathe.
'This guy...'
"What are you doing?"
"Claire, I love you."
"I don't accept your confession!"
"Claire..."
'Oh well, it's not like refusing it means anything.'
...
Perhaps because they were about to part for good, Claire Sinclair talked with him about many things that night. She treasured their time together as if it were the end of the world, unwilling to miss a single second.
Before she knew it, the sky had brightened.
Claire Sinclair hadn't slept all night. She was so exhausted she couldn't get out of bed, so she simply called in sick and went back to sleep.
She slept until noon. When she dragged her exhausted body out of bed, the moment her feet touched the floor, her legs inexplicably gave out again. She couldn't even stand up.
'I can't even walk to the bathroom. How useless!'
