I rush to my desk and grab a pen and a piece of paper. I place the pen shakily on the paper. I am losing it.

Julia, I have nothing. Nothing. I don't know why I even bother anymore. There is nothing to live for. My pen rips the paper on the last word I write. "You know that's not true." She's here. I should be happy, but I feel even worse. I look up. She's kneeling next to me. Her beauty never ceases to amaze me.

I close my eyes tight. "Why do you still visit me Julia?"

She laughs lightly. "Well, I thought it was obvious. To help you."

My eyes are still shut. "No, why haven't you moved on? Ever since I crashed Morty you still sit here with me night after night listening to my bullshit problems. Why?" I'm angry. Not at Julia, but with myself. It's one thing for me to be unhappy, but for Julia not to move on, when I know she could. It's torture.

Julia frowned. Not only at what I said, but what I thought. "Eli. I'm not unhappy. What makes me unhappy is when you're unhappy. That's why I'm here. That's why I visit you. When you're happy, I can go, but now is not the time. Like I said, I'm here to help you."

I stared at the floor for what seemed like eternity. "So you're like my guardian angel, so to speak?"

"So to speak." She smirked.

I smirked too. Although Julia was here with me now, I know she can't be here forever. The thought made me sad, but I need to work my own problems out eventually.

"What problems do you need to work out, Eli?" She said it playfully.

I watched her smile at me. "Well... First I need to grovel at Fiona's feet. For about three hours straight."

"I think a better way to apologize is to work on that play of yours." She was serious now.

I frowned. "Well to do that, I'm going to need some closure from the source of the play." I looked down regretfully.

"Clare." She smiled.

"Clare." I repeated. Where to even start?