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*Clare's POV*
Dead silence was the only noise heard. Darkness was the only thing seen, besides the moon peaking through the blinds. I wondered, how could this happen? Did I really deserve the pain? I must deserve it, otherwise, why would this happen? How could everyone I love get hurt? No wonder everyone leaves me. All I do is hurt the people I love. If hadn't yelled at Fi she could still be here, but no, I had to say words better left unspoken and hurt her more than I could have thought possible. All I could feel is that this whole predicament was my fault. Fiona Coyne was dead because of me. I wish I would have left my mouth shut. Because all I, Clare Edwards, does is hurt the people I love. Now, after all these years, all the pain I cause is finally coming at me like a tidal wave. And now, my best friend and other friends' fiancé was dead. Murdered to be, exact. And now I have to live with the pain and guilt.
*Next Week*
"Clare are you going to be okay? You haven't eaten in days and won't stop crying" Adam questioned me. "I'll be okay Adam. I just can't help but question why you care about me right now. I killed you fiancé!" I yelled louder than I intended, Adam jumped from my outburst. "STOP saying that! You didn't make the murderer kill Fiona; so stop saying that. I know you think it's your fault but its not so, you need to stop thinking that." Adam tried reassuring me. I just nodded my head and controlled my sobs. Adam decided it would be a good idea to get out of the house for once this week. We decided to go to the grocery store, since I ran out of food since he's been there. Adam's such a pig.
*The Next Month *
Sadly, the police haven't been able to find the murderer or any good solid evidence. All they have is here body and foot print of the murderer, but nothing else. The days passed by agonizingly slow; not knowing who hurt Fi was eating at my soul. I knew if I didn't find out soon, I would eventually loose my sanity completely, and that can't happen since Adam still needed me, just like I needed him. But, I decided to take matters into my own hands. I didn't tell Adam but, I had arranged a meeting to meet with a detective today. I hope this goes well and I can get past Adam. "Hey Adam I'm going out for a bit, see you later." I prayed Adam would just let me go, but of course, I never got my way. "Where are you going?" He questioned me, now very suspicious. "I need some fresh air and some alone time, okay?" "Okay, just be safe and call me if you need me" YES! I got past Adam, now I hope I can find this place.
*At the Detectives*
Wow was the only thing that came to mind once I saw the place. It was a shabby, little brick building with a detective sign on the wall. The next thing I saw really scared me; I saw a hearse. Why would a hearse be here? I didn't realize I had been walking to the door until I was three inches in front of it. I guess there's no turning back now; I thought as I slowly opened the door. I was surprised; the inside wasn't as scary as the outside. Sure, it was dark and a little eerie. But, it had a strange homey sort of feel to it. I noticed there was another door at the end of the little building. I slowly made my way to the door. Should I knock? I guess my hand already knocked sine my thoughts were cut of with a low, male voice telling me to come in. I shakily opened the door to come face to face with the most handsome man I'd ever met. He slowly lifted his shaggy brown hair and I was met with the most beautiful green eyes I'd ever laid eyes on. He gave me a smirk and gestured for me to sit. I slowly made my way to the old worn out leather chair, and sat down. "I'm Clare. Clare Edwards. And you are?" I questioned, having a secret desire to hear his voice again. "I'm Elijah Goldsworthy, but you can just call me Eli." He said quickly, but still slow enough to understand. I nodded. "So, what brings a gorgeous girl like you here, today?" I blushed once I heard him call me gorgeous. "I was wondering if you could help me. My friend was murdered and the police aren't figuring it out fast enough, for my liking anyways. I was hoping you could help me figure out this case." He put his hands in a triangle form and nodded his head. "I'll try my best, now I'll just have to get as information as you know. The more the better chance we have at solving this case. I spent the hour and a half explaining what happened and gave him what evidence I had. Afterwards, we shook hands and I noticed how muscular he was. We exchanged phone numbers and decided to get coffee tomorrow to discuss the case more. I walked to my car while he stayed in his office. I can't believe I am attracted to the detective. I wonder if he feels the same way. I thought about this the whole drive home.
*Eli's POV*
Wow, that woman is beautiful. I've never seen anyone with as blue eyes as hers. I couldn't stop thinking about her. The way her auburn curls bounced when she walked, the way she blushed at little compliments, or how she would bite her lip. I couldn't stop thinking about having coffee with her tomorrow as I walked to my hearse. I hope I can keep this whole thing professional.
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