Eli watched as Felicity's granddaughter sobbed into her hands. Felicity tried to calm her and ask her what was wrong. After awhile the teenager was able to regain her composer and look at her grandmother.

"I'm pregnant Grammy." She whispered. Felicity took her into her arms and rubbed her back. She mumbled soothing words into her ear. "Everything is going to be alright Sarah. Everything is going to be fine." She repeated over and over again. Joshua stood next to them; the two were sitting on the couch. Eli noticed how confused he was. He looked as though he didn't know what to do, or say. He looked lost.

Eli figured if his granddaughter came and told him she was pregnant, he wouldn't know what to do either. He wasn't good with comforting people. Actually, now that he thought about it, no one ever came to him for comfort.

He took one last glance at his family before leaving.

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Throughout the rest of the day Clare didn't look at and or talk to KC. It wasn't that he did anything to her. Or said anything offending to her. It was just is name. KC Hamilton.

She wanted to know to he was related to Tyler and Julia; but Clare couldn't bring herself to ask him. She had many chances to ask him, but took advantage of none.

The bus ride home from school was quiet and boring. Adam wasn't there. She wished she had called her mother and asked her to come pick her up. But by the time she boarded the bus it was to late. So she rode the bus in silence.

Clare opened the front door of her house and walked in. She bit her lip and looked around. Eli wasn't there. He had told her that he would "See her later." She was hoping that by "later" he meant when she got back from school. But she was wrong. The house was silent, much like her bus ride.

She threw her bag on the kitchen counter and opened the refrigerator, taking out a Diet Pepsi. As she was shutting the refrigerator door, Clare noticed a picture that was tapped to the door. It wasn't there last night, so her mother must have put it up this morning. The picture showed a drawn purple house with three people standing in front of it. Clare ran a finger down the drawn picture of her family. She had drawn her parents holding hands, with big red smiles on their small heads. Clare drew herself next to her father, holding his hand, a green smile plastered on her small head. Clare smirked at her lack of artistic ability. Clare had drawn the picture when she was 9. She gave it to her father the night after him and her mother told Clare that he was sick.

"Sweetheart." Randall Edwards motioned for his 9 year old daughter to sit next to him on the brown couch. Clare skipped over her to father and plopped down next to him, a smile on her face.

"Hi daddy." Clare said. Randall smiled warmly. "Hi, Clare-Bear." He cleared his throat and looked up at his wife. Her face questioned him. As though she was asking him "Are you sure you want to tell her now?" He responded with a look of sympathy. "I have to." It said. Helen nodded.

"Your mommy and I have to talk to you about something." He wrapped an arm around his daughter, pulling her closer to him. Helen sat down on the floor in front of them.

Clare rubbed her thighs nervously. "Is it about my bad grade on my math test? I really tried my hardest, but multiplication is really, really hard."

Randall chuckled lightly. "Its not about your math test." Clare let out a sign of relief.

"Okay, good. Then what do you want to talk about?" She asked.

"Remember last month when you were really sick, and you had to stay in bed for almost a week?" Clare nodded her head.

"Well, I'm really sick right now." Randall stopped momentarily to look at Clare. She had a look of concern on her young face. "The doctors are going to try to make be better. They are going to try really hard. I'm going to leave Thursday to go visit a doctor in New York that knows a lot about what's happing to me."

Clare pushed some of her hair behind her ear. "What do you have exactly?" Clare asked.

Randall blinked and looked at Helen. She knew what he was thinking. He didn't want to tell her the name just yet.

"Daddy has a very bad cold, Clare." Helen said.

Cancer.

That's what Clare's father had.

Clare didn't know the name the disease that her father was battling, until he was gone. Clare had finally asked her mother the details of her father's death two years after he passed. He had lung cancer that spread throughout the body so fast, that no level of chemotherapy could stop it. Within a year, cancerous fluids entered the brain. He passed not long after that.

She hated not knowing the truth about her father for all those years. It was the one thing that plagued her mind for the longest time. She felt as though she was being lied to.

That's why she wanted to know everything that went one the night of Eli's death. She wanted to know the truth. Not some sugar-coated made up story the newspaper had printed.

She didn't want to be lied to anymore. She needed to know. She had to know what happened to Eli.

Clare's mom came home around 7:30. She seemed happy. She brought Clare into the living room and sat her down. Helen smiled and handed Clare a packet.

"I found an amazing adoption agency today. My friend Kim at work adopted a baby from them. She had only positive things to say. If you're still for it Clare, I'm going to make an appointment to meet with one of the workers." Helen said.

Clare flipped through the packet, seeing the happy children's faces as they hugged their adopted parents. She wanted to make a child happy like those people did. "I still think it is an amazing idea mom."

Helen smiled. "As so I. It might be a little hard to convince the agency that I'm a suitable parent, seen as I'm single. But I'll fight for us Clare."

Clare placed a hand on her mother shoulder. "You're an amazing mother. The best one I've ever had." Clare smiled and Helen chuckled. She gave Clare a hug and thanked her.

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After dinner and a short chat with her mother, Clare went upstairs to her room. Opening her door, Clare saw what she's been hoping for.

Eli.

He sat at the foot of her bed. His legs crossed Indian style. His face was unreadable. Clare didn't no what to do, so she walked into her room and shut the door behind her.

"Eli?"

"I can't do this anymore. I can't be near you Clare." Eli spoke quickly.

"What? Why?" Clare felt her heart drop.

"When ever I talk to you, somehow the topic of the night I died comes up. I don't want to think about it anymore Clare. I may be dead. But memories still hurt me. If I don't think about them, I don't hurt."

Clare starred at the broken boy that sat in front of her.

"I just want to help you."

"I know. But it hurts." His voice quivered.

So some wanted to know why I named the last chapter "Paper Flowers"

You see. Flowers are something you give someone you care about. But as you already know, Eli's father doesn't really care about him. His care is fake. And paper flowers are not real flowers. Like Eli's father's care, is not real. I hope that makes sense.