The next morning after I proposed Lenore was already on the phone with church's and reception halls, she was ecstatic, and I was happy to see the smile on her face. I rushed out of the house unnoticed, I wanted to focus on the play. I was going to have to spend the morning doing interviews, so enough time was going to be wasted anyways. I arrived with enough time to give my actors directions before the reporter arrived. I even started to have them run the play through, and in the middle of it my assistant Ruben whispered in my ear that The TIMES reporter was backstage. I told everyone to continue on, and made my way back stage to the dressing room where the interview would be held in. I looked in the mirror trying to fix my hair, I wanted to look professional. Little had I known, I was being watched.

"Have you become vain in the last 5 years Mr. Goldsworthy?"

I immediately stopped messing with my hair, I knew that voice. My heart dropped to my stomach, and my face went pale. I slowly turned to face her, holding on to the counter the whole time. "Clare."

"Hello Eli." We stood staring at each other in silence for minutes, neither of us moving an inch. I never thought in a million years I'd see her again, let alone at my own school. I turned away from her and walked to the couch, if I hadn't sat down I might of passed out. Clare followed me sitting on the love seat in front of me. "Eli, say something"

I didn't know what to say to her, what do you say when the love of your life walks back into your life after five years? "Are you here to interview me?" Clare looked disappointed in my response.

"Yes I am." Her eyes were sad but I didn't understand why, what was I supposed to say?

"Should we go on with the interview?" I was trying to keep it professional.

"Of course. So, Mr. Goldsworthy. What is it that inspired this play?"

Her. How could I tell her, that it was her. This wasn't going to work, as much as being in TIME was important to me, I couldn't. "Clare I cant do this, I cant sit here and talk about my play with you like you're just any reporter. Why did you come here, you knew who you were going to interview. Hell, my name was on the building." I was looking at her with confusion in my eyes.

"I came because I just thought, I thought it would be nice to see you." Clare looked away from me, ashamed.

"Nice to see me? You thought it would be nice? No Clare, no. You don't just get to do that, you cant just drop in on my life after everything that happened. You didn't just give up on us, you took the opportunity to raise my son away from me! You told me you hated me, never loved me, so why would it be nice to see me?" I was beyond furious, and confused.

"You said you understood Eli, and yes I said those things, but my hatred for you was long ago. It's been years."

I was hoping Clare would say it was all a lie, and that she never hated me. Instead she pretty much just said it's been to long to care either way, she was ripping my wounds wide open all over again. "Understood? How in the world was I supposed to be understanding about you breaking my heart? I did what made you happy, but did you ever for a second stop to think about me, and what I wanted? You made your choice, and I respected it. Now You have to live with that choice, and that choice exempts me from your life. Send someone else to do the interview, because I'm not doing this. Not with you." I stood up to walk out, and Clare walked in front of me to stop me. Seeing her so close made my palms sweaty and my heart race, the feeling was unlike any other. It was so familiar, I never thought I'd feel that again. It was the greatest high I'd ever experienced, it was being completely and hopelessly in love with Clare Edwards.

"Eli, I didn't come here to upset you. I just wanted to see you, to see that you were alright." She still wasn't making any sense.

"I'm fine." We were inches from each other and every part of my being was telling me to grab her and kiss her, it was almost like my natural instincts were taking control. I had to say something to make her get away from me, to stop me from making a fool of myself. "I'm getting married."

Clare took a step away, just as I had hoped. "Married? Wow, that, that's really great Eli. Who's the lucky girl?"

For a moment I thought Clare looked sad, but it had to have been my imagination. The last time I saw Clare, she expressed her deep hate for me. "Lenore."

Clare looked at me blankly, "Well, I guess I could have guessed that. Congratulations Elijah. I'll send someone else tomorrow, have a good day" Clare exited the dressing room, and I stood there feeling the pain of losing her all over again. How could she walk in here, barley say a few sentences, and completely destroy me. So many memories were flashing through my mind, so much emotion was hitting me. It's almost like I had forgotten how much I loved her, how much she took my breath away. That didn't matter though, what we had was over long ago. I couldn't just stop everything because I saw Clare, I was getting married. Lenore deserved my commitment, I wouldn't let this change anything.