Echoes of the Past

Clara suddenly turned her head to look at the entrance as if she could sense a pair of eyes staring at her, filled with sorrow. For some reason, she imagined those eyes to be green, as beautiful as jade, as amber.

But the entrance was empty, devoid of anything.

Her heart felt empty all of a sudden. She laughed at herself in self-mockery, still expecting something. She should not have, nor should s