So this will be a short story-two or three chapters! Nothing fancy, just pure fun and love!

Warning- Eli and Clare are NOT together in this but how they broke up and everything DID happen prior…but Imogen and Jake don't exist! Yay~

Clare's POV

I sighed loudly as I stared at the calendar in my room. Today was the day. I didn't realize that it would hit me so very hard. I guess what happened to us was so tragic that anything relating to him would make me feel like dying.

I have felt so alone ever since the night of the accident. No one understands…not even him. But I couldn't let him do what he was doing any longer. I didn't feel manipulated, no. That was just something stupid Alli put into my head. I did need space, but not forever just a couple of days.

"Clare, honey? I know today is today…but it's Saturday, you always go out on Saturday. Come out." I heard my mom on the other side of the door. She was using her gentle voice. I got up from my desk chair and walked over to my door, when I opened it I saw my mom with a sympathetic look on her face and also, fancy clothes.

"So…what guy are you gonna go sleep with today?" She gasped at my words, but didn't deny them. One thing my mom isn't, is a liar. She stayed silent; I rolled my eyes zooming past her walking toward the front door. "Where are you going?"

"You just told me to leave the house! And if you're going out I don't want to be cooped up in the house knowing what you are doing with a stranger." I hated the situation I was in. At first it was fine, having my parent's trade off every other week. One of his ideas.

But now my dad comes over less and less and when he is here, he is either doing work, or he has another new fresh twenty year old in our house. It is disgusting truly and honestly. Neither of my parents know about how I found the divorce papers…where it said my dad was practically a man-whore.

I to this day still couldn't believe that he would think of such a thing, let alone do it. My family just isn't the same at all. Even the house doesn't feel like family.

I lost everything I love.

He promised me he wasn't going anywhere. Yet, I promised him the same, and I left. I closed my eyes trying to push back the thoughts of Elijah Goldsworthy out of my head. He was always stuck in there, and I had had enough right now. It has been three months since you broke up, Clare! Three months! Get over it already, he isn't worth it.

"But he is." I wasn't talking to anyone in particular. Considering I was the only one walking alone the road. There weren't many cars out today, which is actually quite strange. I had to try my hardest to not visibly role my eyes as I saw my mother's car pass me. Without even a wave or a look she just went right passed me.

I worry sometimes about the lack of love she has for me anymore. She tells me she does at least once a week, but I remember the days when she used to tell me multiple times a day. I know what you are thinking, I am a teenager wouldn't you love not have your mom utter those words to you? Well, you're wrong.

If you're never told then you feel as if you are living with a stranger. Honestly, my mom isn't any better then the guys she's in bed with every night. I wouldn't be surprised if she had slept with twenty different guys by now. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

She used to say the guy you're married to will be the only person you have sex with that is what is right and not sinful. But look at her! How does she think that she is still going to tell me that day in and day out when she does what she does.

That's what I call manipulative. I kept on walking, I suddenly felt a raindrop, and when I looked up to the sky…sure enough there were dark clouds above me. It looked as if it were about to pour. I didn't turn back to the house though; I didn't even try to get to a dry place. I just kept on walking.

I came close to the Dot, which meant I was getting close to that spot. The spot that started everything great…the spot that destroyed it in a matter of seconds. I guess it really isn't the spots fault. But I can blame it if I want, can I not?

As I grew closer and closer the very important to me sitting arrangement was being used by some person. He had a magazine covering his face. It must be a homeless guy…or girl. When I came to stand right next to the bench I say that the magazine wasn't a magazine. It was Gothic Tales-oh my, gosh!

I realized that this person wasn't just any guy or girl. No, no, no, it was the guy. The rain was now coming down harder and harder, soaking us both from head to toe. There was no one else around, not walking, not even in a car on the street. I felt as if we were in the only two people in the entire world.

He looked as if he was sleeping, but I knew he wasn't. Eli is a very light sleeper so there is really no way he could be asleep with the rain and the all of the other noise. I hesitantly took one more step toward it. His feet didn't quite reach the end of it, so I could sit down. He would know someone was there though.

I sat down slowly, my heart racing as if I were about to explode. When my butt hit the bench, his feet hit my leg. He instantly retrieved them. "I'm sorry." He said while sitting up and pulling the Gothic Tales off of his face. Once he saw me he just sat there and stared.

The rain was now coming down even harder, if that were even possible. "Clare? What are you doing out here? It's pouring rain!" He was shouting at me as he took off his drenched jacket. It wouldn't do much but it was better than the tank top I had on. He wrapped it around me and pulled me close.

I knew he was doing it just because I was shivering like a mad woman. "We need to get you out of this rain!" He tried to pull me off of the bench but I shook my head in refusal. I didn't want to leave such a precious spot. "E-li?"

My voice was cracking. I wasn't sure if it was from being freezing or from the crying. I really didn't even know what were raindrops and what were tears now. I felt as if as much rain that was coming down is what I needed to cry. "Yes?"

He didn't seem fazed by the fact that I was sitting in front of him. It had been so long since we had talked, he was acting as if nothing had ever happened. "Why are you so okay? Don't you miss me?" I broke, I hated the fact that I just said that but there was no turning back now.

"Clare…please, don't do this. Not right now and certainly not this way. Please let me get you out of the rain." He was pleading for me to obey, and against my better judgment I did. He took me back to his house. No one was home; just the two of us now were sitting in his living room.

He gave me a towel to dry myself off and a pair of sweats and t-shirt of his. It killed me to put his stuff on my body, it literally did. But in a twisted sort of way I loved it, because for the first time in over three months I felt close to him. Like he was still mine.

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