Eli Pov.

"Don't Eli, please. Don't..." she pleaded with me; averting my gaze.

"No Clare, tell why you don't love me. Tell me why right fucking now." I reasoned. She knew after Julia died I needed her, and now she is walking away. She can't do this. She can't do this to me.

"Eli, please. Don't make me say it. Please." She choked out. I moved forward, pushing her roughly back against the door she was trying to open with a loud thump.

"Don't. Fucking. Touch me." She warned. She trembled as my hands moved up her torso. Lifting her shirt a bit and tracing circles on her pale silky skin.

"Don't you want me Clare, you always have." I spat back. She did. She loved me this whole time. Through Julia, through it all.

"No Eli, not like this. Not like this. Never like this." She cried out. I caved and surrounded her in my arms as we sank to the floor in a tangled mess. We both cried that night. We cried for the loss of Julia, we cried for the loss of each other, and we cried because we were so undeniably in love.