[A/N: I realise I messed up, so we'll be going back in time a little. Once I fix the stuff that's needed to be fixed, I'll rearrange the chapters accordingly.]
On the day that Keith left Arthur's mansion after playing with Miya, a small storm brewed.
Clara woke up from her bed and turned around to see her friend sleeping like a log on the other side of the bed. With her eyes still blurry, she felt around and realized that the space next to her was empty.
It wasn't something new since her beloved usually woke up earlier than her, or slept during the day. But the sense or calm only stayed for a few seconds until she remembered the last day's events.
'…. What did he mean when he said he'd give us space and time to think?' he mused as an uncomfortable sinking feeling crept into her stomach.
With a grumpy, yet worried look on her face, she raised her hand to wake up Amelia but stopped midway when she saw a paper resting on the table.
