Author's note: So, I decided to write one of my own EClare stories;fanfictions since I just love them so much, and this idea popped into my head THE MOMENT I saw the promo for In Too Deep. So I decided I'd give writing fanfictions a try, instead of just reading them. Please, please, PLEASE review! It will be very much appreciated! : ) Okay, now on to the story... I hope you like it! I really do!

Disclaimer: I do not own Degrassi, for if I was, Declan and Holly J would still be together, Bobby would have been killed by some random stranger as karma, and Drew wouldn't have cheated on Alli.

Eli's POV

"You promised me Clare, that you'd never leave me," he mumbled into the phone receiver, as he got inside his hearse. Clare has just broke up with him a few hours ago, claiming that he was suffocating her-which Eli, of course, knew was slightly true, nut nevertheless, his attachment to her was to be expected. Eli didn't want to lose Clare like he has lost Julia, and so if that meant following her around everywhere, then so be it. He was only doing it for her own safety—and perhaps slightly for his, as well.

The words kept sending daggers to his heart, every single time he thought back to his last conversation with Clare.

"Maybe we should take a break," she proposed; her voice was so low, you would have thought she was simply thinking aloud.

"W-what?" He didn't think he has heard her right—take a break? Wasn't that just another way of saying 'I want to break up with you'? "What are you talking about?" he murmured incoherently, trying to make sense of this whole situation. Didn't they share a kiss just a mere moment ago? "Wh-what?" he couldn't help but to ask again, his words a stutter—which was a change for Eli, since he always talked with such certainty and confidence.

"I just ... I just need some space, Eli." Clare admitted, fixing her gaze on the floor, for she wasn't able to lock eyes with Eli—because she knew that if she would, she would see right through the pain in his green eyes; something that she couldn't bear to witness, something she couldn't bear knowing she was the cause for, because although she wanted some time off, she still cared for the boy dearly, and the last thing she wanted was for him to feel so ... hurt, and broken. She didn't want him to think she has betrayed him; that she has gave up on him.

"I-I don't understand... Clare..." This couldn't be happening—not to him, not when he was finally getting better, getting happier. She couldn't very well cause all this pain to him, right when he was starting to fall for her. "Please, don't do this..." he pleaded—maybe she'll answer to his cries. "Clare, you need to think this through. We can fix this. I can fix whatever's wrong. We just ... we just need some time away, just the two of us." he tried to reason, attempting to convince her to take all her words back.

At his pleads, Clare got up from the bench seat in frustration, finally having the courage to lock eyes with him—blue on green. "Stop it—you're suffocating me!" she exclaimed accusingly.

"Clare, you're being irrational. Please," Eli tried again, as he, too, got up from the bench.

"I'm sorry, Eli..." Clare whispered apologetically. "I'm so sorry..."

A tear fell down Eli's face as he shut his phone. He finally turned the hearse's ignition on, causing his engine to roar. Then, he drove, for driving was the only thing that could possibly clear his head from the excruciating vivid memory.

At first, Eli drove rather decently—at a slow pace. But as minutes passed by, and the conversation kept getting more agonizing, the speedometer increased in number. Although his eyes were fixed on the road, even Eli could tell that he was distracted—too distracted to drive at least. His thoughts kept turning back to Clare, to their first kiss, to their first conversation, to their break-up.

Why is it that the ones you love the most always end up hurting you the most? he thought to himself, as the number on the speedometer neared sixty.

Is there someone else? Is she breaking up with me to be with someone else? Eli worried, as the number reached seventy.

Maybe if I call her again... he concluded, as he tried looking for his phone, averting his eyes from the road—and not caring. It's not like he was concentrated on driving, anyway.

Eighty, read the speedometer. Ninety, it showed, when Eli glanced back at it a moment later, fumbling with his phone. He realized he didn't know where he was going, when one-hundred and five closed in. He heard his phone ring and answered at one-hundred and ten. He had difficulties placing his phone to his ear, however; he had difficulties to speak.

She can't leave me. She just can't... I-I-I lo—But Eli couldn't finish the thought, because as the speedometer signalled he was driving at one-hundred and fifteen miles per hour, he realized a truck was coming towards him. He dropped the cellphone on the floor, as he turned the wheel as hard and fast as he could, and he swerved, but that was all that he could do.

His last thought was unfinished. I love Clare, he has finally come to acknowledge it when he was placed on the ground, his hearse on top of him, barely holding on—barely breathing.

Clare's POV

Although she knew that breaking up with Eli was the right thing to do, she still couldn't help but to feel overwhelmingly guilty at the act. The look on Eli's eyes—the ache—was too unbearable to watch, and it kept haunting her every other second these past few hours.

"You promised me Clare, that you'd never leave me." Her voicemail said, carried by Eli's voice—she could almost hear the sadness in his tone. And that, just made the guilt grow all the more.

She figured she would call him—not to get back with him; she meant it when she said she needed some space—but to check up on him. Because although they have broken up, that did not mean that she did not care for Eli's safety, and she knew that Eli was capable of doing something reckless right about now.

She called, and called, but no one would pick up. She hoped he was alright; she didn't want anything to happen to him—that was, in fact, the last thing she wanted. "Pick up, pick up, pick up..." she mumbled to no one in particular. "Please pick up,"

But there was no answer.

Until that is, when she decided to dial again. This time, there was an answer—however no one was there to reply to her. "Hello? Hello?" she mumbled again and again, but Eli never spoke back.

She then heard a spontaneous honk—it was a blaring noise, as if someone was ordering Eli to get out of the way—and she heard the phone making odd noises—as if it just fell to the floor. Finally, she heard a crash before the phone conversation ended involuntarily.

Clare didn't know what was going on, but she was terribly frightened for Eli, which is why she dialled once more when the phone shut down. "Eli, answer me!" she screamed frantically, but there was no point—it was obvious that the phone broke because of a car accident. A car accident that involved Eli.