A/N: I don't know what this is lol. But, well, when inspiration hits, yeah. I just had to write it.

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When he walks into the newspaper room, she's sitting at the small table in the back corner, her head on the table, looking out through the window. When he sees her like this, he lets out a sigh, and puts his bag down, taking out his article on theatre. He nears her, and she doesn't bulge when he stops in front of the table.

"Hey, did you finish the paper?" He starts casually, sitting down on the other side of the table.

She hums as a response.

"You know it doesn't need to be perfect," he mutters, resting his head on the table as well, his face turned to the wall on the other side of the room.

"You're amazing, Eli," she says suddenly, making him flush.

"You're such a flatterer," he jokes.

"I'm being serious, though! I mean, you can do anything so easily and for me it… it takes me so long," she sighs, her eyes closing.

He chuckles at this. "I'm not amazing, Clare. You are," he breathes out. "You're underestimating yourself, Edwards. Give your self a bit more of credit. You pulled off the paper for the Frostival," he trails off then, and he feels her shift in her seat.

He turns his head and then their eyes clash. They are mere centimeters from each other and he can see her face heating up at the proximity as he bashes at her nervousness.

"I think," he starts, getting rid of the pressure between them, "I think what you can do is better than what I could ever do."

When he turns to face the wall again, he can feel her breath fanning over his neck.

She speaks up, "Are you serious?"

He shrugs at her question, and her eyes heat up, tears brimming the corner of her eyes as she nears him.

The nape of his neck makes me feel nostalgic, she thinks; as her hands grasp his hair, and her lips press against his head. It makes me want to cry.

His eyes snap open at the contact, and he asks, "What are you doing?"

And she answers, "Nothing."

And when he grabs her hand and they both sit up and he asks her, "Are you still in love with me?" tears start falling from her eyes.

Because she doesn't know her self.