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CLARE'S POV

I sat in my seat in english shaking. I looked like a disaster, I just didn't have the energy to be presentable, or to get sleep. I had somehow managed to successfully avoid Eli all day since our confrontation yesterday. I knew seeing him now was inevitable. I looked a my watch, the bell would ring in a half a minute. Eli was always here four minutes early, maybe he wasn't here today.

Unfortunately half a second later, Eli appeared through the door. My heart wrenched when I saw him. He looked like he hadn't gotten much sleep either. There were hints of bags under his slightly blood shot eyes, and yet he still managed to look unconditionally attractive. Half of me was hoping he would sit somewhere else, instead of the normal seat in front of me, but half of me was hoping he wouldn't.

Half of me got what I wanted, he took his normal seat in front of me. He avoided eye contact with me though. I tried to clear my thoughts, but it was impossible. I waited a few seconds for him to turn around, or to say something to me, nothing. I felt tears coming to my eyes, I quickly wiped them away. I couldn't believe he was just going to give up, not even try to recover our relationship. I guess I was right, maybe I wasn't important to him after all. The thought of that though, brought even more tears to my eyes, and caused my head to pound. So I tried to clear my thoughts one again, it failed.

Mrs. Dawes took the center of the classroom

"Alright class, do we have any volunteers to read their creative writing assignment, or should I choose the fortunate ones?"

Eli immediately raised his hand.

"Mr. Goldsworthy, the stage is yours" Mrs. Dawes said and motioned for him to get up in front of the class and read.

Eli got out of his seat and finally looked at me, as he walked up to the front. I had never witnessed such intense eye contact, I couldn't read his expression. But it singlehandedly, made me realize how much I needed him back. I knew I couldn't though, I had more dignity then that. I couldn't be with someone who didn't feel the same way about me as I felt about him.

He stood in the middle of the classroom, and cleared his throat, then looked back at me once more time.

I don't get how I did, why I keep doing this to myself

It was so preventable, yet I didn't have the power to prevent it

I just let the closest person to me go, and didn't even try to stop her

I wish I could change what happened, because it's haunted me ever since

He then continued on for a little while, saying similar things to the above. I felt tears form in my eyes, why was he doing this to me? I KNEW this was about Julia. Did he realize how much he was hurting me? I know, this might sound selfish, me worrying about myself when he's talking about the death of a loved one, but I was too broken to be selfless.

What burned the most, was that he was looking at me, passionately, the entire time. As he read it, the other classmates all "subtly" turned to look at me, whispering. I guess they assumed it was about me, if only they knew.

In his essay, it was so obvious how in love he was. I could feel his passion and emotion through his writing, and everything in me wished he had wrote those words about me.

He finally went back to his seat. I averted my eyes so I wouldn't have to face him.

As I was lost in my thoughts, I was brought back to earth by a gentle touch on my back.

Even the gentlest touches sparked electricity, that I didn't even know could be real, up until I met him.

Without eye contact, he slipped a note into my hand, and stroked it before I had the power to pull away.

I slowly opened the note, not sure if I had the strength to read what was inside of it

"I meant every word I said, and please don't ever doubt it. I'm in love with you and only you"

My heart stopped beating and I started to feel lightheaded

That essay, it hadn't been about Julia, it had been about me

I turned to him and slowly and smiled shyly at him, giving him the signal, everything would be okay. His eyes instantly brightened up, as if I had just lifted a huge weight off his shoulders. God how I loved that smile

Eli quickly turned around and raised his hand

"Mrs. Dawes, may I go get something from my locker"

She motioned to him it was ok to go

I suddenly got it

I quickly jolted my hand in the air

", may I go to the nurse, something came over me?"

She looked at Eli walking out the door, to me, and sighed knowingly.

"Go ahead Mrs. Edwards"

I ran out the door to see Eli sitting on the floor beneath his locker smiling.

"Thought you wouldn't take the hint Edwards"

I ran over to him and he pulled me into his lap, as I buried my head into his chest.

The rest of the world began to dissolve around us

"I love you" we both said stimutaneously

He may have found the power to let go of her, but I don't think I was ever going to find the power to let go of him.