Hello, only two more exams till I am officially done high school! I can't wait!


When Clare lay down on the wicker chair, she could feel the sun beating down on her pale skin. The warmth of the day enveloped her in its grasp and her stress floated away from her body. Just for this moment, she could relax and breathe in the air of Lake Ontario. Her mind drifted to her life back in Toronto. Her dead end job as a reporter for Life and Style. She wrote what she couldn't stand, vacuous and vapid editorials on shoe styles of autumn. Her boss handing her every section unfinished by her co workers. She worked tirelessly for something that gave her no joy or personal fulfillment. The money wasn't even that good. But there was one perk.

Across from her office was a bar. Nothing fancy, but a simple place with dim lighting. Every day after work she would sit in the back corner in a booth by herself. The bartender knew her name and she was fast friends with all the waitresses. She never drank all that much, but would stay to watch the hockey game. She didn't even like hockey. But Eli did.

She would watch the game and root for the Leafs, despite their record. It gave her a sense of community. Her name was known around the place and the sorrow of an overtime loss was shared among friends. She could sink back and think about her mistakes. If she had only grasped her chance to be happy when she had it. When he was within reach.

One day, he came. He entered and her heart stopped. Her sat down and ordered a Mill Street Tank house. She watched him in utter silence. His eyes heavy with indecision and his hair tossled. When Jennifer, the bartender called her name, she could hardly respond. But as Eli turned at the sound of her name, she caught eyes with him. What she must have looked like, sitting alone in a bar on a Tuesday night.

She walked over to him fearlessly and sat down on the stool next to his. Their conversation began with such fever. They laughed, screamed and enjoyed eachother's company. When the game was over, Clare led him back to their old apartment. The second they let the door close, their lips melded together and their bodies fell onto her bed.

It was better than it had ever been. Eli took his time to kiss Clare all over and appreciate her curves. Clare felt pure happiness take over her soul. They were in sync and breathed together with every moment. The collapsed together and Clare fell asleep against Eli's shoulder. It was the most sublime moment she could remember. A moment where nothing could end her joy and her soul felt as though it had been lifted to the clouds.

Clare opened her eyes from this memory and smiled as she watched the waves come in and splash against the sand. She smiled and did not think about the most crushing moment after the superb.

The moment when he left. The next day when she heard of his engagement. His engagement to her best friend.


Fiona watched from the sidelines as Eli and Imogen flirted away in the sand. His smirk ever present and her infectious laugh ringing through the air. She was sickened by the sight of her. How could she act so happily around him?

"Fiona?" a voice rang out. Her head turned to see Adam. His innocent face pulling at her conscience.

"Adam." she said evenly.

"I need to say something."

Fiona tensed, bracing herself for the harsh words that would follow his sweet demeanor.

"Adam, you don't have to say anything."

"Yes, I do." He said with conviction. " I need you to understand where I'm coming from."

"I do." Fiona pushed, trying to drop the issue.

"No, you don't. I need you to listen to me." Adam said with force, such force that Fiona felt compelled to stay silent.

" Go on." she whispered.

"I love you very much. More than I've ever loved anyone. I know you don't love me that much."

" Adam.." Fiona interrupted.

"Listen to me! You need to make a decision. This is your game and I'm done being played. I want to be with you but if you are wasting my time you need to tell me and let me go." Adam finished. His mind was made up. Fiona sat in shock, watching his face stay clear and without emotion.

"I do love you." she said meekly.

"I know. But are you in love with me?" Adam asked, letting his firm demeanor fall.

"I don't know anymore." Fiona said honestly. Adam sighed.

"I'm not waiting anymore. I can't. I've spent four years waiting."

They both stood in silence, feeling a mix of relief and sadness wash over them. Fiona looked up at Adam, catching his eye for a moment.

"Did you sleep with her?" Adam asked, holding back emotion. Fiona took a deep breath in. Adam looked at her look away, and nodded.

"I'm so sorry." Fiona choked.

"She's never going to leave him." Adam said sternly. He walked away slowly and returned to Drew, leaving Fiona to her own self reflection.