Clara had this constant fear or being forgotten, not needed, or not loved. The only reason why she did sleep with Mali was because it made her feel good about herself, it made her feel wanted and loved; and it seems as each day goes by she is less needed and less loved. If she died, would anyone miss her? If she went away, would they be in need of her return? Lonely, lonely, that is she. As each day goes by, Clara is more and more alone. Mali wants to have her again, but she keeps on making excuses as to why they can’t “hang out” it’s not like she doesn’t want to, she enjoyed every minute of it the one time they did have sex; but she just doesn’t know what she wants. It’s like everything is on hold, she’s nor here nor there; she is trying to decide but she’s stuck, suffocated, trapped. Which side? Which way? A life full of sin and destruction, or a “sinless” life filled with happiness that solely lies on the surface? She’s not sure she wants either. Main goal right now is, stay focused, don’t fuck up your life for a night of fun, and remember what you wanted even if you don’t think you want it NOW. Clara is going to be alright, she has to be; there’s no other alternative.