Eli sat down. He had a sinister grin on his face with a furious look in his eyes. His eyes were like fire with a dash of envy. A marble green that rolled along with different colors. He felt enraged. Eli rocked back and forth, his hands shaking feverishly. He began to laugh, he twitched his neck and roared amongst his laugh. He was absolutely delirious. There has been this vibe surrounding him ever since Clare left him. He has had this atmosphere of need. Eli wasn't so secretive anymore.
"Just stay here… she's bound to come back," he whispered to himself.
Eli put his head on his knees and closed his eyes. He began to chant, "I wanted to be with you alone, and talk about the weather. Something happens and I'm head over heels. Please come back my dear." With laziness to his eye, he looked up and stared at the moon. The starlit night sky put a tired feeling to his face. He began to hum to the tune of Head Over Heels by Digital Daggers. Eli was able to stare at the moon for an hour before his eyes got weary.
His phone began to ring. Hopelessly, he picked it up. "Hello?"
"Eli?" A mother-like voice replied. Eli took a moment to think of who this was.
"Clare!" he jumped. "Are you on your way?"
There was a hesitance to her voice, "M-my way? Where?"
Eli chuckled, "To the bench, of course. I have been waiting for hours."
"Eli, I'm not going to that bench. I will never be coming back to that bench. Sorry, Eli. Why are you still waiting for me? I keep telling you I am not coming back. Please come to that realization!' Clare pleaded.
"Clare, I am not listening to your lies. Why don't you keep me up before I fall asleep on this bench. Tell me something. Anything to hear your voice," he sighed with a chortle.
"No, Eli, stop! Go home! I cannot fathom this anymore! I called to check on you and you are begging me to keep you up? This is irrational! I am sorry, Eli, but I cannot talk to you anymore," Clare cried.
Before Eli could say a word, there was a long, still beep. Eli began to laugh more. There was such a scared tone in his voice. A weak-like squeak at the end that was like a hiccup. She's perfect. Her voice, laugh, smarts. She's mine. No matter with me or not.
Eli sat on the bench, curled up into a little ball, he laid his cheek on his knees as his eyes twitched up and down. He hummed the tune over and over again as he laughed at his impassive thoughts. He never stopped laughing until he had fallen asleep. The one who stops the laugh saves the life as well.