Disclaimer: I don't own Degrassi. Shocker.

She is that calm before the storm. The beauty before the earth performs and explodes. She's that sunshine in the mist of gray and the beauty in everything I see. She's there when everything breaks. When the twigs snap because of the storm and when the thunder passes throughout my unsafe world. But she's always there, that beacon of hope. And though, sometimes, it seems as though that hope may fade or float away in the angry storm, it never does. It's always there. And that's why I can't let go. When the wind is pulling and stretching every bone in my weak body, I think of her sweet smell and the way she walks on her tiptoes and sings when it's silent and when I can't speak. She's there. With the flashlight, or maybe it's just her smile. And I land on her, aches and pains splitting me apart. And with her help, the bruises fade and grow distant.

And when the storm throws and pushes me against the rocks, I think of her. And as my head hits the jagged rocks, I can almost hear her whisper. Whispering for me to hold on for just a little longer. To help myself and to push away the storm that has me tied up in pain.

Clare Edwards is everything.

She's all I see.

She's the sun in the sky and the grass I walk on and I feel her in crawling in me; always. I feel her warm breath on me and her soft words in my screwed up mind.

And I hope she knows that. I hope she knows that she's the spark of everything in my life. I hope she knows that I'm sorry that I'm messed up. I want her to know that I'm sorry that I don't make sense.

Clare is the sunshine in my darkest corners. She's the fire that keeps me warm. She's the river that flows and calms and soothes. She's the wind that helps the birds along and the laughter of the little kids. Clare Edwards is that beauty that you can't define and somehow, you don't want to, because you know that you'd be pondering it until the day you die.

And I know that I bring her down. I know that I'm the parasite that sucks and barely gives anything back. I know that I'm the storm that follows her around and weeps its tears on her sunshine. I know that I'm the bitter ache in her head and the sour smell. I know.

I know.

But I also love her more than anyone could.

And someday, when she's in the storm, I want to be there for her. I want her to think of me when the fire is tearing everything down. I want her to remember that I love her when hell is at her doorstep. And when the rocks are cutting into her throat and the hand of the darkness is wrapped around her, I want her to know that there's a little light in the tunnel of hate and pain and suffering. I want her to see it. I want her to see me standing at the end and repeating the same three words that I would, and will, only say to her.

And I'll remind her that she's the light of everything. She's the river. She's the grass. She's the gravity that pulls me desperately to the ground. And hopefully, the darkness will break free from her and she'll fall down, her eyes clenched closed in hope. In hope that she won't break.

With her fall, I'll catch her.

Just like she always does for me.

I have always promised myself that I would never write less than 1000 words, but I really wanted to keep this simple.

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