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I had originally written chapter two before I even uploaded chapter one. But then I was in school one day, and decided I wanted to write my story going back and forth between Clare AND Elis mind. So I added this chapter before chapter two, and made that one chapter three. SO, here is second chapter, in Eli's POV. :)

Welcome, to Hell Town; part two.

What is Hell Town?

My mind.

What is my mind?

A crazy obsolete obstacle. My mind is comparative to a maze. Once you entered it, the harder it become to escape. The deeper you fell, the more difficult it become to regain reality. When put into prospect, I was scared of my own mind. I was vulnerable, to myself. More or less, I was vulnerable to Clare Edwards.

What the hell was happening to me? Once again, I was being taken over by an angel. Her pure blue eyes, her perfectly soft lips, and her intense beauty. It mocked me. It intoxicated me. This angel was the love of my life. Maybe she still is. Who's to say what is and isn't. All I knew was that I had not seen her for five years. For the past five years, I had been trying to move on. Year by year, month by month, week by week, day by day, hour, by minute, by second.

All to be interrupted.

Once again, there it was. That uncontrollable force.

But for those few minutes, I was in pure bliss. I really did not mind. I did not mind my life being interrupted for a few moments. However, it merely reminded me.

After Clare left, I needed help. I needed serious help. The only person by my side was Adam. But even a guy's best friend would eventually get sick of constantly hearing the same repetitive rants about the same god damn girl. Everyone would. It's not that he wasn't there for me, it's just that eventually-enough was enough.

I knew that Adam and Clare spoke. They spoke a couple of times a week, but that lessened after a few months. I was curious. I was so curious, that my curiosity nearly became the death of me. I never asked Adam though, and he never told. Maybe if I had, he would have told me.

Slowly, I began to cut myself away from Adam. Maybe it was selfish or maybe it was selfless. Either way, I didn't exactly want to be a part of life anymore. At first, I continued to talk to Adam daily. Those days however, they turned into weeks and then months. Before I knew it, Adam and I had practically cut ties with one another.

For most of that time, I was on my own. I decided that I didn't want the world to know me anymore. It was better that way. Better for myself, and better for everyone else. Thankfully, one day someone came to the rescue. Adam helped me get better, and he told me he would be there; always.

Before this afternoon what was I doing? I was minding my own business. From the corner of my eyes. I saw her. I saw the same girl who stole my heart, who stole me, who changed me; five years ago. I couldn't move. I felt as though I was a 17 year old again, slowly losing myself and succumbing to love.

Clare was the first girl that I ever loved, next to my mother. But I did not account her as part of my life. My mother left when I was 12 years old. I do not know why I still loved her, after all; she chose to leave me. She left me and my father alone. There was nothing wrong with my dad, we were just never close. Sometimes, I swore that he blamed me for her leaving. But deep down, I knew and he knew; that it was not my fault. She was selfish, and she chose to leave. On her own terms.

Until this day, I felt different. I felt as though during those five years, I really grew up, and truly matured. I had been through so much in such a short amount of time that it could honestly last for my entire life. But today, today I did not feel any different anymore. I did not feel as though there had been five years. Everything that seemed to drag on for so long, merely felt like the snap of a finger. It almost felt as though those five years, just disappeared.

Although I no longer felt any different, I still remembered that we both were. I was different. My hair was shorter than when I was in my teen years, and it wasn't as dark as it used to be. I guess eventually, I lost track of my emo label. In my opinion, I was never an emo, but I'm sure others would find arguments against that. I'll just keep it as, in the long run, I added some color to my personality; my clothing choice.

Clare on the other hand, for the short amount of time that I had actually seen her- for the first time in five years, there was no change. She still embodied that innocent look, with that illuminating aura. However, that was just what seemed to be her exterior shield. I did not know what was going on inside her head. Of course she had grown up, she had matured. She had developed more into that feminine body that she possessed. But her body grew with her. The body that she possessed then, and the body that she possessed now, was even more of a beauty than I ever imagined it would be.

Through help, I was able to learn how to gain control over my life again. I learned to not let love drive me crazy. That could not, and would not happen again.

Something that I was able to control before Clare even entered into my life. Clare drew me away from that; she drove me to insanity because I loved her so much. Although, I did not mind. I loved thinking about someone, above myself. And I loved putting someone before myself. But when she left, there was no one to care for anymore. There was nothing good about my life anymore, so it did not matter.

I let down my guard around her. I could truly be myself. I was always shy about showing my true personality to someone, especially someone whom I had just met. And at that instance when we just met, I wanted to know her. I wanted to feel her.

I suppose that that was why it was such a shock when she left. It was my fault. I should have acted differently, but I didn't. If there was one moment in my life that I could change, I would have changed that moment. The moment when I turned away from her, and told her to go home. Rather than have done that, I should have opened my arms for her. I should have opened them wide. I should have let her know that I was there for her no matter what. I should have comforted her. I was wrong.

You know that love that seems to only exist in the movies? The kind of love, when two lovers find each other. Everything that was once bleak, gains some color. Everything that was slow tends to speed up. In the moment when those two souls that are destined to be with one another; inevitably meet, everything disappears around them. Everything that seemed to once matter, no longer does. Because all that matters, is each soul, becoming one.

That was only a minuscule of an explanation of my feelings, the first time I laid my eyes on Clare. That day in school when I accidentally broke her glasses, she accidentally broke my heart. She pierced me with those deep blue eyes. Day by day, I began to regain feeling. The more she looked at me, the easier it became to feel again. I think it was because I fell in love with her more and more each day. And each day, it became clearer and clearer, that she was my destiny.

From the first time her eyes looked at me, to the last time they broke away; she looked into my soul. I could immediately feel her looking beyond my exterior, and through my soul. I knew I was doing the same to her.

When her blue eyes broke away from me those five years ago, I could no longer feel her around me. I knew then, and I knew now, that I was still in love with her. I was still irrevocably in love with her.

They say that everything has a purpose in life, right? So maybe, just maybe, there was a purpose for me running into Clare again? There was a purpose that rather than be somewhere else, I just happened to be walking on the same sidewalk as Clare?