I'm not sure how I feel about this. Honest opinions, I won't continue unless a few comments are present. Thank you!
Go over to his house, Clare. Confront him about the kiss. My thoughts afflicted inside of my brain. For once, Clare compared her overactive brain to the once unstable Eli. Every thought was arguing the next and nothing rational could form. A tiny pounding revealed itself in the back of her head. A headache, perfect, just what I need. Her eyes rolled in irritation at the actions unfolding. The whole kit and caboodle was against her today.
"That's it. I'm going over there." She spoke out loud to the voices picking apart her decision. She bit down on her soft pink bottom lip and tried to find the confidence concealed inside of her. No thoughts formed properly when Eli was thought of.
Thankfully, Eli only lived a few blocks over. Riding her bike didn't seem appropriate and she wasn't in a rush to be at his doorstep. With each step taken towards Eli's house, an overactive brain had Clare clinching onto her sides to catch her stolen breath.
How was I already here? Her fingers balled into a untighten fist. Her knuckles pressed against the wooden door – her eyes shut tight from fear losing her last chance. Sounds of the chain coming off it's hinge brought Clare's eyes back open. "Hi, CeCe. Is Eli home?"
Not only was it awkward to be back in the presence of the Goldsworthy' home, but she had to watch the questioning look expressed on CeCe's face. An unwelcoming atmosphere. "He is, but he is sleeping." Of course, of course he is.
"Would it be okay if I came in and woke him up myself? I have an important question for Eli." Her head nodded in agreement to my proposition. She inhaled sharply, trying to bring her breathing back to a normal pace before entering the house of memories.
Quietly, Clare entered the room holding her breath. She arched her head, waiting to feel the push of denial and exclusion - waiting to be reminded of the unhinged Eli. Though, as she entered the acquainted bedroom, she felt an intense change in arrangements from the last time her eyes caught a foretaste. All signs of Eli's hoarding had been cleared away.
Away with the popcorn containers, overused binders, boxes full of useless of items, everything vanished. Any sign of Julia disappeared, except for the candid photo of Eli and her standing in front of Morty. Oh, god – Morty. Clare inhaled sharply as her eyes examined Morty. She felt her pulse increase as she flashed back to that horrible night of the car crash.
No, going there wasn't worth it. They have moved on from the past mistakes. A small whimper caught Clare's attention. Clare cocked her head towards the noise. "Clare?" She never heard his voice sound so vulnerable and raspy, so raspy. It kind of attracted her. "Eli..I—"
He cut off my distressed plead with his curiosity. "What are you doing in my room?" Her eyes darted to a picture of Eli, Clare, and Adam. Why am I here? She questioned. "The kiss, Eli…" Speaking those words knocked the breath out of me.