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Jethro's attempt to speak with Diora's mother proved fruitless in the end. Diora's mother, on the other hand, forbade him from leaving. Jethro was subtly kicked out of the house by Claia. Several men were pacing as if they were watching from a considerable distance in front of the house. Claia thought they had been sent by Ethelyn to look after her.

Diora was, in Jethro's opinion, actually experiencing mental health issues. Her looks showed it. Diora's face was filled with rage, hatred, anxiety, frustration, depression, and stress. Truly, this was whenever he first had at any point seen her scowl like that. he had offered assistance a few times, he not sure how many. He had likewise been pretty much as delicate as conceivable with the goal that Diora would open dependent upon her. Additionally, he had paid close attention. He had basically done a lot for the girl, but in the end, he was told to stay away.

"Isn't it true that you've always preferred solitude?" asked Jethro compassionate. His heart throbbed yet he attempted to grin.

Claia said nothing then, at that point, shut the entryway and locked it.

"Diora! I will thump Sienna and Joana in the mood for making you extremely upset!" From the outside of the door, Jethro yelled.

After picking up some of Diora's notebooks, Claia continued on her way to a sofa without responding. In any case, here what was composed was not about the young lady's life but poems. Claia tried to figure out what these poems meant, but she didn't think they had anything to do with Diora's life. Or she hadn't gone far enough down.

"Diora just doesn't feel grateful. Claia pondered, "She must never have seen someone like me who suffers constantly." But she remembered what Sienna had said about Cyrus.

She hated herself sometimes because she thought she was too good. She felt guilty frequently. She was many times called a guileless young lady since she was handily utilized and played by others. Her heart told her, as it does now, that what she had done to Sienna was just as cruel as what Tiara and her friends had done to her. She was frustrated when she tried to deny these feelings of guilt.

Claia cleaned away her tears. She revisited Diora's poems. Until she finally discovered one that resembled Diora's biography.

My heart has also dried up, and I feel like I can no longer shed a tear. How long will this continue?

I occasionally want to give up.

"Since her father left her, she wants to give up," Claia pondered.

Diora's phone caught Claia's attention. She now received more messages from people she didn't recognize than in the past. Because she didn't care about them, she didn't open them. It appeared to be that individuals sending these messages were kids from Diora's school and from different schools who were requesting that the young lady be they friends. Because Diora now appeared to have transformed into an approachable individual. So the individuals who were deterred from moving toward Diora before were encouraged.

It surprised Claia to see a familiar name.

Jeremy

Hello, need to take a walk?

Claia quickly responded. The message had been buried because so many people had messaged her hours earlier. That was the case; why did Jeremy not call her? Additionally, she repeatedly disabled the notification sound.

Claia

Jeremy, where are you?

Read it immediately.

Claia grinned and then pondered as quickly as possible. "Wait. Why am I acting this way?" Claia pondered.

"Isn't my response exaggerated? For what reason am I so glad to be informed by Jeremy?" Claia sniggered.

Jeremy

Are you in the house?

Claia

I'm at home on the ocean front. In a moment, I'll figure out where it is.

Jeremy

no, it's alright. I am already aware of your location. I'll be there right now; don't leave.

Claia

Good. You shouldn't remain long either Jeremy on the grounds that I'm not happy with Mrs. Ethelyn's guardians outside.

Jeremy

how come?

Claia

Because I stated that I wanted to travel to my village, also known as my actual body.

Jeremy

I need to go there as well. We'll discuss it later.

Claia

Good. Moreover, it would appear that you are well-versed in Diora. This house even exists to you.

Jeremy

I already informed you, that I am the only person who has complete knowledge of Diora. Indeed, even know her haziest mysteries.

Claia

Hahaha what sort of dull mystery does that young lady have. At best, she is just catch your attention. I've perused every one of her sonnets and a couple appear to be about herself. Isn't she just depressed and desperate to be separated from her father?

Jeremy

Ah, it's up to you.

Claia didn't say anything more. In disapproval, she furrowed her brows.

Claia

Jeremy, you need to act quickly. I don't like waiting!

Jeremy

It feels like I'm in a plane.

Claia

You irritate me. You don't appear to be any unique in relation to Diora. Otherwise, why do you support Diora's wicked behavior? I should tell you my experience as a bully victim.

Jeremy

What have you had to deal with?

Claia

Jeremy, I was suicidal. Do you comprehend?

Jeremy

Yes, Claia Anatasya. I grasp it. What do you need me to do? I already shredded Linus.

Claia

What?

Jeremy

You shouldn't be concerned. I'm okay. I'm sorry. That's fine. Diora is not you. I don't want girls other than Diora to worry me.

Claia gave a long grimace. "What a cause Jeremy is. Who wants to worry about him. I'm only asking because she tried to stop Linus from bothering me, that's related to me not Diora, so why is she like-"

Claia stopped mumbling because she thought of something. Diora is liked by Jeremy. Therefore, he must have taken advantage of this opportunity to get rid of the boys who were approaching Diora. Claia was even more irritated. She believed that she would feel better if Jeremy stopped helping her. Jeremy, however, appeared to be stubborn. He did not.

Jeremy

Remember? You were the one who told me to stay away back then. Was there any other reason I wasn't worried when I came back and no longer trailed behind you?

Once more, Jeremy's message caught Claia off guard. She could hear a voice in her chest that she didn't want to hear.

Jeremy

However, be cautious. Diora was the sole motivation behind everything I did to you. If not for her, I could not have possibly gone this far.

It was like she was flying joyfully however unexpectedly her wings broke and she fell straight into a terrible pit.

Claia stood up and put away her phone. She intended to run along the ocean side. She felt hurt. She was not left alone because there were people who cared about her mental health. However, he was not motivated by her. That suggests that his concern was unfounded, right?

"For what reason do I generally find things agonizing?" Claia questioned herself.

Claia took in the stunning beach. Her long, wavy hair was blown by the wind. She hadn't been to the beach in a very long time. She might now be able to come here every day.

"Maybe I should thank you, Diora? However, you are so cruel."

Jeremy arrived close to Claia about fifteen minutes later. The kid said nothing, didn't welcome Claia, he only crouched behind Claia somewhat to the side at an extensive distance. Additionally, he was gazing at the beach.

Claia thought Jeremy might already be at her house as she looked toward it. She was, however, taken aback when she turned to look back. Jeremy was looking at her intently and was already a long way behind her.

While Jeremy stood up, Claia made a brief dash for him.

"Who are you, Jeremy?" Claia asked in a stutter.

Jeremy's eyes widened in annoyance. "Yes. This is me. Why do you appear so excited?"

"I'm not excited! I assumed you had vanished because I hadn't seen you yesterday. Yes, I mean..."

"Yes. I comprehend. I came to check on you because of that. Incidentally, I've heard that Jethro beat up some boy he thought hurt you. Including me, you know."

Claia stated, "Even so, there's no one I can trust here."

"Then, at that point, shouldn't something be said about me? Don't you trust me a ton?" asked Jeremy peevishly.

"No!"

"We should go?" requested Jeremy.

Jeremy walked first after turning around.

"Wait." Claia said, "I'll get my phone first."

Jeremy didn't say anything. Claia grabbed her phone as she ran into her house. She considered examining the messages sent to her actual social media accounts. She immediately stopped walking. Her eyes swell. She assumed that her account was inactive and that her status was unchanged—unread. Whether or not it would be active for a significant amount of time. But she could see it now. Her message had been read, and the account was actually online.

"Jeremy!" Claia yelled and dashed over to the boy.

"What's the matter?" asked Jeremy.

"It's...," Claia said, pointing to the phone screen, which displayed to her social media messages.