"Clara, let me the f*ck in," I call through her letterbox but there's no response.

I've banged on her door and rang the bell but she's either not there or choosing to ignore me. The idea that she doesn't want to see me cuts but I remind myself that this is not about me.

"Clara, Princess, please."

Still nothing.

"I'm going to stay here until you let me in."

I sit and wait for what feels like hours but I'm waiting for nothing and when it goes dark outside I ...