"If I am going to die one day," Clara calmly replied, "I'll make sure that I'm nowhere near you because I don't want you to be the last person I see before I die!"

"You–"

He glared at her. He could feel the pang in his heart, almost as if he had just been stabbed by her words.

"You're always talking as if you're about to die," he said. "You're not trying to make me feel sorry for you, are you?"

She did not say anything in reply. She just kept her head down and continued swallowing the pills