**Clare's P.O.V**
"Did anyone ever tell you, you have pretty eyes?" The familiar voice spoke from the doorway. I finished taping the last box and sat on the bed. "Well there was this weirdo who drove a hearse. He crushed my glasses and then complimented my eyes." Looking up at him with a smile, I watched him walk towards me. "Are you all packed? The moving vans parked out front and the man's eating his fifth donut already." He chuckled and I managed to stifle a small giggle as I began to sob. Eli ran over as quick as lightning and sat beside me, wrapping his arms around me, I lay my head on his shoulder and continue to cry. "What's the matter, Clarebear?" He asked softly. I quickly clear my throat and wipe my eyes as I free myself of his grip and grab a box.
"Nothing. Let's get moving!" I give him a fake smile and turn to leave, a hand shuts the door in front of me and I sigh. "What, Eli?! I told you. It's nothing and I'm fine." He gives me a concerning look and I roll my eyes.
"Clare, I'm worried about you. You've been all over the place since… Since…" He pauses with a small sigh.
"Since I lost the baby, Eli? You know you can say it! I know it's what you were going to say." He puts a hand on my shoulder and I shrug it off.
"I know how hard this must be for you, Clare. I really do."
"No! You don't! You haven't lost a baby! You don't have to induce labor in a few days and give birth to your DEAD son!" I sit down on the bed and hold my head in my hands.
"Clarebear…"
"Don't 'Clarebear' me! I don't want to hear it right now, Eli. Just let me, be me. Let me deal with this the way I want to." As I stood up again a box fell off the bed and busted open. I immediately fell to the floor and picked up the baby picture frame. I held it in my hands and looked at it. I feel a hand on my shoulder and I let more tears fall down my cheeks. "Why, Eli? Why me? Why us?" I heard him sigh. I heard the clogs in his brain tick as he thought of the right thing to say, but what came out of his mouth was completely indifferent.
"The truth is Clare, I don't know. I don't know why these things happen. I don't know why life is cruel sometimes, but you know what? You're Clare Edwards. You're my Clare Edwards and you can get through anything. You're strong. You're independent. You're a fighter. You're a survivor and above all you're the bravest person I know. It's been a hell of a ride these past few years and watching you turn into the beautiful woman that you are today… Well…. It's a blessing." Why does he do this? How does he know how to make me feel so good, yet so emotional?
"But…" I began but he shut me down quickly.
"But nothing, Clare. You fought and survived Cancer! You fought to keep me around and now you're going to fight whatever it is inside you that's telling you, that you can't do this!" He moved so he was now kneeling in front of me. "Because, you can do this! You can do this. There isn't anything that I haven't seen you overcome. I love you, Clare." He gives me a small smile. "Can you do this for me? Just be you and fight." I give him a nod.
"I can…" He kisses me on the forehead before standing up.
"That's my girl!"
"Oh… Eli…"
"Yes, Clare?" He asks with a concerning look.
"I love you." I smile at him as I stand up.
