Clare's POV
I don't think that passenger seat, has ever looked this good to me.
As I sat in the front seat of Morty, I realized how truly in love with Eli I am. Before I met him I never would have thought about driving around in a hearse. But that's just just proof of how much he's changed me. He makes think that sitting in the front sit of a hearse is a good way to spend my time.
He tells me about his night , and I count the colors in his eyes.
Wow, he has the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen. They're like a whole new color of green. God I wish I could make him mine. Stop it Clare, I say to myself, you promised to give him time. And I did, but sometimes ,especially when he looks like he does right now, I regret telling him that I would give him as much time as he needed.
And I don't think it ever crossed his mind. He tells a joke I fake a smile.
Sometimes I swear he's clueless. I can't believe he doesn't see how bad I want him. To kiss him, hold his hand.
And if you ask me if I love him, I'd lie.
But of course being Saint Clare I would never tell him that I want him or let alone love him. He needs time and I'm going to give it to him.
I think he can see through everything but my heart. First thought when I wake up is, "My god, he's beautiful". So I put on my make up and pray for a miracle.
Oh my, how I wish and pray that he'll finally realize that he's had enough time and is ready to be with me. If only that day would come…