A/N: My other story, Where Had They Gone Wrong?, isn't over. I've got a serious case of writer's block on it, so a chapter will be going up today, but then it will be on hiatus until I have some inspiration. I'm also writing another story which should be up this weekend (if i get around to it).

Regrets- Eli's POV

Eli held the note in his hand, his emotions from the night before getting the best of him. He slid down the wall next to the small pantry and began to cry again. The ring he had already put back in its velvet box. He remembered when he proposed to Clare at the Dot just six months ago. They had gone out for their six year anniversary.

They were laughing about the time Clare screamed at the top of her lungs in public. That was also the time Eli realized he was falling for her. And also, it was the first time Eli felt like he was in a good place.

The year and half or so after Julia died was hard. He couldn't accept it at first, but once he did, it wasn't pretty. He smoked pot and got drunk on a daily basis. He started cutting. He wore all black and drove a hearse.

But when he met Clare, Julia didn't matter as much anymore. Of course, he would always love her, but she was more like an afterthought now. Clare was his everything. And he had thrown it all away because of one stupid mistake.

"You know, I thought you were going to kiss me, right then and there." Clare had giggled between words, breathless.

"Yeah, and now look where we are. We've been dating for six years and still going strong. And because of that, I wanted to ask you something." Eli had rummaged around in the pocket of his jeans until he found the little box. He had gotten down on one knee and said the words that would make Clare's heart thud for the next six months. Until he ruined everything.

"Clare Diana Edwards, I love you with all my heart. I want to be with you for the rest of my life. You would make me the happiest man on Earth if… you would be my wife." At that point, Eli opened the box and pulled out the princess cut, one carat ring. He looked up into Clare's eyes to see tears of joy streaming down her face.

"Yes." She whispered; her was voice barely audible over the din of the restaurant. Eli slipped the ring on her left hand. He leaned in for a light kiss on the lips, just enough to tide him over until later.

There was a collective "Aww!" from the diners.

That was one of Eli's fondest memories of Clare and his relationship. She couldn't stop admiring the ring that whole night. And now it was sitting in its box on Clare's nightstand, waiting for her to return and put it back on. But at this point, he wasn't sure that would ever happen.

Eli's phone rang. He scrambled over to the kitchen table where his phone was sitting. He couldn't help but hope that Clare was calling, asking to talk, asking to do anything. But of course, it wasn't her. She hated his guts. Eli saw the caller I.D. and thought about ignoring the call. But there was something he needed to say.

"What do you want, Melissa?"