"W-Wilson..." Clara said his name in a murmur.

"Clara," Wilson answered, very slowly.

Clara stared into his eyes, her stomach sinking. She could not read his mind—how much did he hate or love her?

"Are… Are you out of the hypnosis?" she asked with a shaky voice.

"Yes," he answered.

"So, now…" she parted her lips nervously, not sure what else to say. Should she ask him? Did he still love her? Did he still want her?

Facing him, she panicked slightly. When she made up her mind to bring him out of his hypnosis, she was ready to do her best to get him back.

Clara, what are you scared about? Clara scolded herself in her mind, and silence loomed between them.

"Why did you decide to bring me out of the hypnosis?" Wilson muttered.

"If I didn't bring you out of hypnosis, soon, I'd be skating on thin ice. I didn't want that. I didn't want to live in constant worry, fearing the day your hypnosis might be lifted."

Clara remained calm. "You gave me the choice, and this is the decision I