Boring story of Clare starts when she first kissed her lover, and it's an end to the story of that lover. The next second after the kiss she found out that, there is something that's inside her that hates this boring game of love.

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The very next day she joined the spiritual class for doing something with these desires. She told everyone that she wanted to be the one without any desire. After a month of spiritual class, her desires doubled.

She texted her lover, the next minute he blocked her and flee from the country. Our poor Clare is so sad that she just missed her lover. Then the second one came, he stayed for more than a week. When he found out that Clare is clever than him, the next thing was the breakup.

Within that time she had her second kiss, but it felt better than the first one. She told that to her best friend Lilly, who died last year in an accident. Now our little Clare is alone, no more friends—no more lovers.

Clare joined the college, the first day she fell in love with the one who sat next to her. He was charming, beautiful but a cocaine addict. So that ended within a month after he hitting her head with a brick. Even he was that much cruel, he handed over her a habit of drugs.

Now whenever I see her is she is high, yeah it's when I came into the journey of Clare. I was impressed by her attitude when the police caught her for selling the drugs. I still remember that day, when the police came and pushed her inside the car. That was a sad thing to watch.

Last week I got a postcard saying that "If you still love come back to find me"

That was something I was never expecting, but I dreamt about making out with her, but there wasn't anything about a postcard. I reached the railway station, my worst friend told me that she went to somewhere near the sea when she left jail. I didn't trust him at first, but I knew that there were worst things that will happen for me if I didn't look for her.

I visited a lot of beaches, none of them had a trace of her. Then suddenly I got a call from home that my mom died, I returned and after a week I was again for the search for her.

Finally, I found that she suicided after killing her dad, I visited her home. There was her lonely mother. I had nothing to say to her, other than she was as beautiful as Clare. Then she passed over me a letter, In the envelope, it named to me.

That was cool, my search meant something. I opened the envelope there was an essay about 1500 words. I didn't have enough time to read all that. So I put that in my pocket after just reading the first line. "You are ugly".

Now they say I've got some big disease which was hard to spell, I'm gonna die in months. I never expected death this much faster, I told my father that "I will be there with my mom and Clare. So don't go to heaven if you have a choice."

It was my last day, before an hour to my death–I opened the letter and read it, cried then laughed and wrote the story of Clare.

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