What makes you happy? || Clara+Felix
She knew it wasn't a good idea.
But that didn't stop her from walking down the sidewalk on her way to Felix's. Had most of her bruises not all ready faded, there was no way that she'd be on her way to see him, but receiving that text... him actually letting her in for once... she couldn't pass it up.
After knocking three times she pulled her jacket tighter around her, holding the bottle of whiskey in one hand. She didn't realize until she felt her hand shaking that she was nervous. She didn't have time to acknowledge it before the door opened.
"Hey..."
she said, a small smile gracing her lips.














