AN: I got this idea from someone's summary. I really liked the idea, but was a bit disappointed with the way it was executed. So I wrote my own version. I apologize in advance for the grammar mistakes I missed. I hope you enjoy

Disclaimer: I do not own Degrassi

"You got this, you can do it" Clare repeatedly said to herself while pacing in the back room. "Everyone's out there waiting, you can do this, you l-love him." I love him right? Clare thought to herself. Of course, I love him, that's why I marrying him. Clare stopped her pacing and looked in the mirror that stood toward the door. The door that led to the rest of the church. The door that led to the rest of forever.

Clare stood there for a while, just to examine herself. Her classic floor length dress didn't give her the same smile it used to; it only made her more frustrated. She looked down to her gloved hand, and there, mocking her from her right hand was the ring. Clare had often looked at it with joy and excitement, but today it filled her with disgust. Why am I feeling this way? What's wrong with me? Maybe this is guilt. But why would I feel guilty. He already knows, and he still says he'll marry me.

Just then Darcy, Clare older sister, came in. "Hey, Clare-bear," Darcy addressed her sister with the childhood nickname she gave her, "What's keeping you? Your hubby-to-be is out there waiting." But Clare didn't answer; she was too caught up in her thoughts, looking at her sister's Maid of Honor dress. It was a traditional green dress, the same green used on all the decorations. The same green as his eyes. "Hello? Anyone there?" Darcy asked waving her hands in front of Clare's face. "Are you okay? What's wrong?"

Clare finally came out of her trance and looked up at her sister. "What? Oh yea, I'm fine, really. Just- wedding jitters." Darcy didn't seem to hear the falsity in Clare's voice, so she continued.

"Oh, I've been there. But believe me, it'll all go away the moment you see him standing at that altar." If I make it to the altar- What am I thinking, of course I'll make it to the altar- What a horrible thing to think. Clare fought with herself for a good couple minutes, her sister's constant blabber in the back of her head.

"….and you guys are perfect for each other, so there is nothing to worry about." Darcy said. And just like that Clare had her answer. It was like a spark ignited within her, she knew what she wanted.

"I'm sorry, Darcy, but you couldn't be more wrong" Darcy looked up from the mirror where she was just fixing her hair, giving her sister a questioning look. "Where is he?" Clare asked before Darcy had time to utter a word, determination and excitement twinkling in her eye.

"At the altar of course, but I don't-" But Clare didn't hear her; she was already out the door. Clare ran into the hall passing many people all gasping as she bolted passed them. She opened the church doors. Everyone in the cathedral, including the children, seized talking. But only for a second, when that second was over a buzz of whispers began. Clare wasted no time looking at them, or caring what they said. She dashed down the isle. The band began playing, in fear they missed their queue, but someone quickly stopped them. Clare was thankful, but couldn't be bothered to look over to see who it was. She kept her eyes fixed on the groom. He stood next to his best man wringing his hands. He locked eyes with Clare and knew something was wrong. He started towards her.

"What's wrong? Are you okay?" He asked her. But she didn't respond. Instead she tore off her ring and placed it in his hand. She then kissed his cheek, and whispered in his ear. "I hope you find what you're looking for." Without another look she picked up her dress and charged out the door, with tears down her cheeks, a smile on her lips, and memories dancing in her head.

Eli was sulking. Full out sulking. He hadn't sulked like this since he was in high school. His one and only love, Clare Edwards, was getting married today. And it wasn't to him.

Eli was enjoying, if he could enjoy anything at a time like this, the solitude and darkness of his room when he heard knocking at that door. He didn't answer. "Baby boy," came his mother's voice, "I know you're in there. Your roommate let me in on his way out. I just- I just want to make sure you're alright. Could you give me a noise of recognition?" Eli grunted.

"Okay, good. Now Eli, I got you some food. It's out here on the counter. I have to go, but I'll come back later if you want me to." When Eli didn't answer she tried again. "Do you want me to?" Still no answer. "Okay, well baby boy, call me if you need me."

Cece waited a few moments, hoping to hear something from her son, but eventually gave up. She left his apartment, got in her car, and drove away.

Eli on the other hand, was inside bundled up in his covers, drowning in self-misery. Come on Eli, she doesn't love you anymore. If she did she wouldn't be out marrying some other guy. Eli just replaying his memories of her, as if it were song set on loop. He thought of the first time they met, their first real kiss, and sadly the day it all ended. The day he let her slip out of his hands.

AN: So what'd you think? Any ideas of what could happen next? REVIEW PLEASE!