A/N: ...I really don't know what to say. That finale...I can't think. I just...can't. So this is a product of my brain mush. Semi-dark...enjoy. I guess.
What had he done?
When Julia died, he thought his life was over. He blamed himself for her death and he'd never find love nor deserve to find love again. But then Clare came into his life and washed away all those thoughts.
Clare. His blue-eyed, beautiful and sexy girlfriend Clare. At first, he didn't allow himself to get to close to her, knowing that he'd just end up hurting her in the end. He pushed her away, but she broke through the wall he put up to protect her. She refused to let him deny her. So he let her in.
And then she found out that he had things to deal with.
Like hoarding.
Once she found out about his hoarding problem, Eli was sure that Clare had branded him a psycho, a freak, and would leave him for good. But she promised to stick by him and help. And she did.
From there, things were smooth sailing. That is, until Fitz came back.
Mark Fitzgerald. He scared both of them, but more Eli than Clare. Fitz said while he was in jail that he had found God, and that he had changed his ways. Clare eventually believed it and forgave him for what happened at Vegas Night.
Eli, however, had a much tougher time believing Fitz story.
He was positive that what Fitz was saying was just a trick to get Clare to forgive him so he could get close to her and hurt her. 'That Jesus crap' he called it. That was his first mistake. Insulting her religion.
The snowball only grew from there.
He kept spending every minute of every day with Clare, to ensure that Fitz was nowhere in sight so he couldn't hurt her. He was enjoying the time he was spending with Clare. However, he didn't realize that Clare didn't feel the same way.
Sure, she loved spending time with Eli. But she only spent time with Eli. Not Alli, not her family. It was Eli, Eli, Eli, all day, every day. Eli thought he was protecting her. Clare thought he was suffocating her. Mistake number two.
And then Clare told him that they needed some spaceā¦and he snapped. When she said those words, he didn't hear "I need some space." Instead he heard "we're breaking up."
Julia. This is all her fault. He was blaming his dead girlfriend for this. For the fallout between himself and Clare. Deep down, Eli knew that he was the one who deserved the blame. Not Julia. Not Clare. Not Bullfrog or Cece. But himself.
Then came the night of the dance. Eli had told Clare to meet him at their bench if she was going to come with him to the Convention. So he waited.
And waited.
And waited.
She never showed up. She was at the dance.
He got in Morty and drove. Clare called. Most of the conversation was a blur to him. Except for one thing.
I hate the hearse.
This is my last chance to fix things, he thought. Get rid of Morty and she'll love me again.
Mistake number three.
As he lay in the hospital bed, his leg in a cast and his neck in a brace, Bullfrog by his side, and watched his girlfriend walk away, he finally realized what needed to be done.
Before they could be together, he needed to fix himself.
Three strikes and he's out.
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