Controlled silence

Three days later.

A medical report.

“Subject found unconscious. Attempted self-strangulation.”
“Critical but stable condition.”

A nurse entered the room.

Clara was lying down. Motionless.

With eyes open.

Fixed.

— “Clara? Can you hear me?”

Silence.

Then-

Very slowly…

A smile appeared on his face.

But it wasn't his.

— “Everything is fine now.”

His voice had changed.

Calm.

Controlled.

— “She won’t be coming back.”

The nurse stepped back slightly.

A feeling of unease.

- "Who…?"

Clara turned her head.

Her eyes… empty.

— “Clara.”

Icy silence.