She was crying now. She had tried n

She was crying now. She had tried not to but it hadn't worked. She saw John approaching her, probably in an attempt to comfort her but she had to stop him.
“Because my boyfriend died,” Clara found herself yelling.
He stopped dead in his tracks, the mask of confusion and anger dropping instantly.
“He died and the last thing I said to him was that he was the last person who would ever hear me say 'I love you'. I don't even know if he heard it but I promised him and I will never break that promise.”
“Clara,” John tried to say but she interrupted him immediately.
“No, don't say it. Whatever you're feeling right now, just keep it to yourself,” Clara said angrily and wiped away her tears, “It's probably best if we do break up. You deserve better.”
“No, you deserve better,” he said determinedly, quickly before she had the chance to interrupt him again.
“Why? When Danny died, he took my whole life with him. My love, my job, everything. Now I'm just empty. I have nothing to give.”
As she spoke John stepped closer and only stopped right in front of her. Clara felt his hand stroking her hair gently before he pulled her to his chest and hugged her tightly. She couldn't help but start sobbing again.
“Come here,” John said softly and lead her to the sofa. They both sat down and Clara kept her face buried in his chest and cried until there were no more tears left in her.
He made no other attempt to talk to her for quite some time, instead he just held her, stroking her hair and allowing her to let it all out.

At some point Clara must have fallen asleep because she woke up in his embrace. His caresses had stopped, but John was still holding her, watching over her.
“Hey,” he whispered as soon as she stirred.
“Hey,” Clara replied weakly. She felt so tired after all the crying.
“Clara,” he began carefully, “What you said, it's not true. You deserve to be happy. No man that has ever loved you would want to see you unhappy. Trust me, I know what I'm talking about.”
“How?” she asked without looking up.
“I've had my share of losses, more than I would've liked. None of them were worth throwing your life away for. I know it's not easy or dealt with in a few weeks, I know the guilt can be overwhelming sometimes. But eventually you'll make it and I'd like to be there for you all the way. That is, if you want me there.”
Clara reached out and took his hand in hers, admiring it for a while before she responded.
“I don't know,” she sighed, “I keep changing my mind. I really enjoy being with you, but sometimes I just feel like I'm not really me, like this isn't really my life and when everything get so surreal the thought of Danny keeps coming back to me and I can't handle it. I just feel lost.”
“Mh, have you ever considered that the feeling of being lost might have nothing to do with you and me?” John asked. “Maybe you really aren't living your life.”
“I want to go home,” Clara admitted sadly.
“That's okay,” John sighed, “I'll pack our things.”



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結果 (中文) 3:

她哭了。她试着不去做，但却没工作。她看到他走近她，也许是为了安慰她，但她不得不阻止他。“因为我的男朋友死了，”克拉拉发现自己在叫喊。他在自己的足迹中停止了死亡，一瞬间的混乱和愤怒的面具。“他死了，我对他说的最后一件事是他是最后一个听我说‘我爱你’的人。我甚至不知道他是否听到了，但我答应过他，我永远不会打破这个承诺。”“克拉拉，”他试着说，但她立刻打断了他。“不，不要说了。“无论你现在的感觉是什么，只要坚持自己，”克拉拉生气地说，“把眼泪擦干，”这很可能是最好的，如果我们分手。你应该得到更好的。”“不，你应该得到更好的，”他说的坚决，很快在她有机会再打扰他。“为什么？当丹尼死了，他带走了我的整个生命。我的爱，我的工作，一切。现在我只是空。我没有什么可以给予的。”当她说话的时候，他走近了，只在她面前停住了。克拉拉感觉到他的手抚摸着她的头发轻轻地在他把她拉到胸前，紧紧地抱住她。她忍不住又开始抽泣。“到这儿来，”他轻声地说，带她到沙发上。他们俩坐下来，克拉拉一直把脸埋在他的胸口，哭着，直到有没有更多的眼泪留在她。他没有别的企图跟她很长一段时间，他只是抱着她，抚摸着她的头发，让她去吧。在某个时候，克拉拉一定是睡着了，因为她在他的怀抱中醒来。他的爱抚已经停止，但约翰仍然抱着她，看着她。“嘿，”他一搅拌。“嘿，”克拉拉回答道。哭了，她感到很累。“克拉拉，”他开始仔细地说，“你说的，这不是真的。你应该得到快乐。没有人曾经爱过你会想看到你不开心。相信我，我知道我在说什么。”“怎么了？“她问不抬头。“我有过我的损失，比我更喜欢的。他们中没有一个值得让你的人生。我知道这是不容易的，或在几周内处理，我知道，内疚有时会压倒。但最终你会让它，我想是你的一切方式。也就是说，如果你要我在那里。”克拉拉伸出手来，在她面前，在她回答之前，她在一边欣赏它。“我不知道，”她叹了口气，“我一直在改变我的想法。我真的很喜欢和你在一起，但有时我觉得我不是真的喜欢我，这不是真的我的生活，当一切都变得如此离奇的丹尼的思想总是出现在我的脑海里，我不能处理它。我只是感到失落。”“MH，你想过没有，失落的感觉可能与你无关，我呢？“翰问。“也许你真的没有生命。”“我想回家，”克拉拉伤心地承认。“没关系，”翰叹了口气，“我要收拾东西。”呜呜呜2天后