Okay, creds to my sister, brandnewx3, for basically writing this WHOLE thing. I just tweaked it a bit and changed the ending. I'll probably be writing the rest by myself, with bits of help from her. Please tell me if you liked it. I'm doing another playlist, and this chapter's song is: Grapevine Fires by Death Cab For Cutie!

Oh, name issues again. I'm sure a good one will come to me eventually...

When the wind picked up, the fire spread
And the grapevine seemed left for dead
And the Northern sky looked like the end of days.
The end of days.

And a wake-up call to a rented room
Sounded like an alarm of impending doom
To warm us it's only a matter of time
Before we all burn
Before we all burn
Before we all burn
Before we all burn.

We bought some wine and some paper cups
Near your daughter's school when we picked her up
And drove to a cemetery on a hill, on a hill.

We watched the plumes paint the sky gray
She laughed and danced through the field of graves
And there I knew it would be alright
That everything would be alright
Would be alright
Would be alright
Would be alright.

And the news reports on the radio
Said it was getting worse
As the ocean air fanned the flames
But I couldn't think of anywhere I would have rather been
To watch it all burn away
To burn away
Burn
Burn
Burn.

And the firemen worked in double shifts
With prayers for rain on their lips
And they knew it was only a matter of time...

Eli pulled up to a cemetery, saying nothing as the hearse came to a stop.

Clare looked around. "Why are we here, Eli?"

"It's time you knew the truth." He got out of the car and walked off into a sea of tombstones.

Clare followed.

Eli stopped at one particular tombstone. Clare followed his gaze—Julia Reynolds, August 23, 1993- December 17, 2009.

"She was my girlfriend." He said sadly, but shed no tear. He had cried enough and had no more tears even left in his system.

"What happened to her?" Clare asked sympathetically, grabbing his hand and intertwining their fingers.

He turned to look at her. "She died while giving birth to a son. My son." He looked away, not wanting to see Clare's reaction. Clare placed her other hand on his cheek, turning him toward her; forcing him to look at her.

"I gave him up for adoption. …He looked so much like her. It was too hard to have that reminder. I just couldn't handle it."

"Where is he now?"

"With a wealthy Jewish family, living on the east side of the city. I'm allowed to see him, but I just couldn't go."

"You've never visited him?" She asked.

He shook his head. "No. Her parents have. My parents have. I just couldn't bring myself to do it."

"You should go. He deserves to see you. He deserves to know who you are."

He closed his eyes tightly, not speaking for several minutes. After the short silence, he spoke again. "I-I know. …But, if it means facing my fears, I think I would need a motivator."

"And that would be me?" She smiled lightly, not trying to bring the mood up so much as to make it happy, considering that Eli just told her everything and he was still depressed.

"Yup, I guess so." He smiled. She smiled back, both of them walking back to the hearse, holding hands.

How'd you guys think it was? Also, I apologize if the grammar/spacing was a little off. I just got a new computer, and the document is a different version than what I'm used to typing in. Please review!

~Cky297, Codie.