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Hey guys, sorry I haven't updated! I'm still in love, and am seeing the guy today! I'm excited and still super busy with my band, other stories, and family/friends. My favorite teacher (english teacher) is getting surgery and I was working hard on a story my friend and I wrote for him... sorry for the lame excuses! Okay, so with out further wait, here's chapter 10!

This picks up right where chapter 9 leaves off!

Clare POV:

I just got off the stage, handing the guy the mic, and walked over to Alli. She hugged me, but I just took my cardigan and walked outside. If Eli got the message, he'd follow me. If he didn't, he'd still follow me, knowing him. But he would just say something mean and then go back inside.

I realized it was pouring outside and pulled my sweater closer to me.

And then my world stopped when I heard it.

"Clare, attendez nous avons besoin de parler." Eli called after me.

Clare, we need to talk.

I stopped moving, everything in my life depending on this moment. I decided I couldn't hide it, I couldn't try and forget it. I wanted my Eli.

"So talk," I snapped. I bit my lip, realizing how that sounded, and I turned around. It was raining very hard, but neither one of us was moving from that spot in the parking lot. My clothes were sticking to my body, I was freezing cold. The little rain drops that fell felt like pieces of ice, hitting my face and making my skin cold to the touch. I turned slowly to see him coming up behind me. As he got closer, I could see his wet clothes sticking to his body. The wet shirt perfectly outlined his muscular, perfect figure. He'd never been really buff, but had nice muscle tone. He was pretty strong, but not a weight lifter like Drew. He was arms-length away. His hair stuck to the sides of his face and seemed to be an inch longer when wet. This brought back memories of high school, and one in particular, that reminded me very much of this life-or-death moment.

It was spring, and Fitz had just returned, claiming he'd found god. He'd shown up at my house during a rainstorm much like this one. Eli had walked in and freaked out, this being before we'd known he was bipolar.

"Fitz just showed up on my doorstep all beaten up," I tried to explain to Eli. "He's having problems at home." I explained. All I could see was the confused, scared, angry expression on Eli's face. His beautiful eyes were glazed over in anger.

"Sure, more lies. Why'd you let him in here?" Eli demanded.

"Because anyone with a heart tries to help people when they're in trouble!" I fought, my voice raising slightly.

"What'd he say? That I'm some heartless monster?" Eli fought back.

"Sometimes!" I shrieked. Eli's mouth fell open, but he closed it tightly. I could see his jaw tighten. Sadness now mixed into his eyes. I knew I'd crossed the line. He took a shaky breath and stared at me with the same expression. Anger, fear, confusion and now sadness. It made me want to die.

"Eli, we need to talk." Fitz had tried to fix what he'd broken.

"I have nothing to say to you," Eli seethed. Then he backed up toward my front door, his gaze still on Fitz. He ran out.

Later, after Father Greg had picked Fitz up, I slipped out my front door. The hearse was still parked in front of my house, the boy I loved still sat inside. I made my way over to it. I climbed inside to see Eli hunched up against the steering wheel, his head down, his face concealed from the outside world.

"I know you're mad, but just let me explain." I started. He didn't move. "I didn't mean it when I said you were heartless."

"Okay," He replied. His perfect, creamy, wonderful voice was horse. He sat back against the seat, took a deep breath and let out a long sigh. "I don't wanna loose you, Clare."

"You're not going to," I'd replied softly, moving in closer. He just stared straight ahead.

"I just feel like you're slipping away…and I can't stop it." He turned to look at me. His eyes were full of pain, not anger. My heart ached for him instantly. "Don't leave me, okay?" He said. "Please?" He added, almost whispered. "Promise me, okay? Just promise me."

"Okay," I said, both my voice and expression soft. I pulled him in. He leaned his head against my chest and I wrapped my arms around him. I stroked his face and kissed his forehead. It was the first time I'd really realized that I loved him. I really truly loved him. And even though that promise had been broken on the night of the dance, it still stood. It still existed and I had every intention of keeping it that way. I see that now, standing here in the rain.

"Clare, I know we're kinda...broken right now. Our relationship, I mean. And," He said, not knowing how to go on. "I feel like you're right. We need to talk."

"I feel the same way," I said. He came closer to me but didn't touch me.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have yelled at you, I just should've talked calmly to you. I do love you and this is our baby." I whispered, a tear escaping my eye.

"Clare, I've been wanting a baby. Ever since we got Tori, I've wanted kids. I want a son to give advice about girls and play football with and take to dead hand concerts. I want a daughter to protect from boys and buy shoes for and read storied to at night. I want a child of my own blood and DNA who had your beautiful eyes and your curls and your perfect skin. I feel like Tori has formed into our daughter, like we have a real parental connection with her. I love her so much. I want a reason to be here, on this earth. I want to argue and scream and fight because I believe it will make us stronger. But I also want to love and smile and laugh with our children. I want a house and a dog and a yard and a purpose besides you. I want children to fill the empty rooms. I want to create with you, make life. I want that amazing connection. We have the chemistry and the love and the passion. We just need to stop doubting each other. I trust you Clare and I'm sorry. I want to have this baby with you more than anything in the world. I've wanted this for a long time." Eli said. By now, we were both crying.

"I know that you've been wanting this." I chocked out. He looked puzzled suddenly.

"You do? How?" He asked. "Do I have to kick Drew's ass?"

"No. I found your book." I said. Eli blushed, but I ran my had over his face.

"Eli, it touched my heart to read it. I'm so proud to be your wife."

"I'm so sorry. I've been doing so good, I don't know why my bipolar side took over today." He said. I could hear the shame in his voice.

"You're strong. You're the strongest man I know. You being bipolar means you're weak and vonerable sometimes, but it doesn't change who you are. It doesn't change the loving, passionate, sarcastic, mysterious, fervent, amorous, warm, tender man that I fell in love with when I was fifteen. It only comes to make him stronger." I said. he smiled and kissed my forehead. "I know you don't like to talk about her, but I think Julia would be proud of you." I said. "I know I didn't know her, but the way you describe her, she sounds like she'd be so proud of you. How far you've come, I mean." I whispered. He just stared at me.

"I know she would be proud of you. She knew better than anyone how hard it is to get along with me." He whispered.

"I don't like it when we fight." I said. "It reminds me of my parents."

"We're not your parents." Eli said. He then came closer. He stared into my eyes and took my hands in his.

"Good, because I wanna be with you forever." I said. he then leaned in and kissed me. It was one of the most passionate kisses we'd ever shared.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

A pickup truck swerved toward us, spinning out of control. A drunk driver. Eli looked up and pushed me out of the way.

"Clare, look out!" He bellowed. I fell back onto the cold, wet pavement just as I saw it hit him. I jumped to my feet and screamed.

"ELI!" I screamed. The drunk driver swerved out of the parking lot. I stumbled over to my husband who was lying motionless on the pavment. He looked pale, his eyes were closed.

"Eli! Elijah, don't leave me!" I screamed/cried. Tears were pouring out of my eyes. I bent over him and saw the blood soaking through his shirt and the right leg on his jeans.

"No, no, no!" I sobbed despritly, taking his pulse.

"Call 911, he's not breathing!" I screamed to the bystanders. They took out their phone, but I didn't see. All I could do was give him CPR until an ambulance got here.

"Eli, please." I cried. "Please stay with me." I whispered. "I promised I'd never leave you, it's your turn to never leave me."

A/N: Dah Dah Dahhhhhhh! Cliffhanger! Okay, I'll update soon, I promise! PLEASE review, it makes me smile!