My imagination was running romped so I decided to crank out another chapter for you all tonight. One of my midnight writings.

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Oh Sugar

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She rolled over in her bed. Her arms stretching for that warm comfort however, she came up short. Clare tore her eyes open. Still no Eli. She let out a shaky sigh and sat up, crossing her legs. Her tired red eyes scanned the room to find any evidence her lover had been there. Sadly there was none.

As angry as they both were Clare somehow thought Eli would return that night. He hated having her wake up alone. His empty spot on the bed threw Clare for a loop. The longer she stared at the vacant emptiness, the more sadness and anger broiled up inside of her. She whisked away a stray tear that ran down her cheek.

'No more,' She thought, 'will I cry.'

Clare hopped out of bed and busily proceeded on getting to work.

Clare pulled into the nearly empty parking lot. Not wasting a moment to ponder why this was, she tore into the building. Ali was just putting her purse away and getting ready to put her headset on to answer the phone when she noticed Clare flash by.

"Clare? What are you doing here so early?" Ali questioned.

Ali was the receptionist for the entire building, which contained a law firm, a security analyst, an optometrist, and an interior design business which was were Clare worked.

"I'm not early," She snapped at Ali, "I'm right on-" Her voice faltered as she looked at her watch. It was only eight am. She was due at work until ten am.

Ali raised an eyebrow, "Are you ok?"

All the steam Clare had stored to get her through the day, now evaporated. She was left emotionally and physically drained. Ali pushed her into the nearest restroom.

"Spill." She ordered.

Clare closed her eyes tightly, "It's nothing."

"It's obviously not nothing. You're two hours early for work and you look like you've been the mill," She ticked off on her fingers, "Tell me or I'll ask Eli."

"Go ahead," Clare scoffed, "He'll probably say I started it."

"You and Eli got into a fight? Somebody alert the media. The golden couple have had their first fight." Ali rolled her eyes.

Clare made a face, but remained tight-lipped.

"Alright, alright. I'm sorry. Please just tell me what happened." Ali pleaded with Clare.

Clare opened her mouth, but closed it quickly shaking her head.

"Clare." Ali exclaimed in a serious voice.

She sighed, "Fine. We got into a fight over him drinking and Declan. Are you happy?"

Ali glanced bewildered at her, "That's it?"

"Yes that's it. What else did you want?"

"I don't know. I thought maybe he had hit you or cheated on you by the way you're acting."

Clare cast her eyes downward.

"What else are you not telling me?"

"He," Clare's voice hitched, "left the house yesterday and hasn't been back."

Ali's arms instantly wrapped around her friends shoulders.

A knock on the bathroom door startled the both of them, "Ali? Are you in there? The phones are ringing off the hook." A high-pitched female voice muffled itself through the door.

"I'll be back in a minute." Ali yelled through the door.

Ali turned her attention back to Clare, "Sweetie I have go and earn my keep around here, but I am so here for you. Call me if you want to talk."

Clare nodded and Ali gave her a sympathetic look as she headed back to her desk.

Clare checked herself in the mirror before meandering over to her office. She opened the dark oak door slowly, letting herself in. She was greeted by none other than Declan Coyne. The last person she wanted to see today.

"Ah Miss Edwards. How are you doing on this glorious morning?" He gave a warm grin.

She gave him a half-assed smile, "Hi Declan."

"Now now. Can't let you leave till I get a real smile."

Clare sighed, "Not now Declan."

He gave her a pout, "Pretty please?"

She ran her fingers through her hair in irritation, "Now's really not a good time."

"What's wrong mon chere?"

"Eli thinks you like me."

Declan made a contemplative face, "But I do like you."

"No no. I mean like more than a friend."

He was quiet, refusing to make eye contact.

"Declan? Tell me he's just being jealous."

Still no answer.

"Oh no." Clare whispered, clamping her hands over her mouth.

"Would it really be so bad?"

She could feel her chest caving in. Clare leaned against the closest wall, her right hand covering her eyes.

"Oh sugar."

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Oh look a Darcy moment at the very end. Lol.

Songs that inspired this chapter:

Your Biggest Mistake by Elli Goulding

Should've Listened by Nickelback

Please Don't Go by Mike Posner

Nice Guys by Chester See