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Eli lay on his bed, just staring at the ceiling, with his hands resting on his stomach. This is how he had been acting for the past few days, just laying on his bed, not really thinking, not really feeling. The only thoughts that ever crossed his mind were of Clare.
But she was gone from his life. He would never see the light brighten up her beautiful eyes or shine on her hair that could have been either dark red or light brown; he was never really sure. Never hear the lovingly sarcastic tone she used with him. Never see her again.
When they had broken up this last time (for there had been many instances before that. But they were just "breaks"), it had been Eli's doing. He had said they were too "different". And although originally it had been Clare who had been worried about their differences, she had gotten over it and, a year later, Eli broke up with her for the same reason.
And he couldn't regret it more.
Over the sound of the sobs that suddenly attacked his body at the thought of his beloved, Eli heard a faint knock at the front door. Truthfully, Eli had no interest in answering the door, but he needed to do something, anything, to distract himself. He got up with an audible groan as he realized how stiff he was. Only getting up to use the bathroom and eat (when he remembered) was bound to do a number on one's joints.
He held on to the railing as he inched his way down the stairs, slowly relaxing as his muscles adjusted to the movement. He wiped his eyes, glad the tears had stopped as soon as they had started and put his hand on the tarnished brass doorknob. Eli opened the door to see a small, dark-skinned girl standing on the porch.
"Alli?" he asked, surprised. After he dumped Clare, Eli had assumed Alli would hate him as well. After all, that's what best friends do.
"Yeah, Eli, it's me. Look, I'm not here to chit chat. I just have to give this to you. I'm still unbelievably pissed, even more so now so just take this and I'll be going." Her tone was clipped. She reached into her giant green and black bag and pulled out a large manila envelope. Alli fished around in it until she apparently found what she was looking for. "Here."
In her hand was a white envelope. There was nothing special about it; it was really just something you would send a letter in. Except for one thing: Elis name was written in someone's flowing, elegant handwriting.
Clare's handwriting.
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