Now this is portrayed in Eli's POV. Just incase you were getting confused… Review, review, review. Positive criticism is welcomed! Oh and sorry, the chapters are rather short…
Morty's leather seats seem to absorb the frigid temperature as I sat in the driver's seat in front of her apartment complex. Small, crystal-like flakes began to brush against the wind shield as they floated down from the gray clouds that hovered overhead. I sat and watched the small, digital clock installed in the dashboard as the time passed me by. While the small, green numbers seemed to stand still, the World seemed to pass by. She had called me here to walk, but about what? She was here, living and breathing as Clare had stated, and she was going to alter my life once again. I was happy with where I stood now, and I wasn't going to let her change anything in my life. Her supposed "death" had taken its toll on me before, and I had suffered through hell for nothing. I sat in that glacial leather seat for what seemed like forever, but the clock contradicted me by saying approximately six minutes had passed. Finally, the door of the complex creaked open slowly and out she came. He hair was now black, I theorized she was returning back to her normal self. Before the incident, she always wore black and her hair was never naturally covered. It wavered from black to purple to blonde in a sequence of months. Black skinny jeans and a purple hoodie hugged her thin body; she saw me, slightly waved, and started walking towards the car.
I heard her lift the handle, but the door didn't budge and she began to knock on the window.
"Uhm, you locked me out.." She sounded annoyed as she continued to knock on the window.
"Oh, right." I stated as I pressed the "unlock" button and she budged the door open.
"So you wanted to talk? Make it quick I'm meeting Clare in an hour." I stared straight ahead, not even bothering to look at her. Although I felt a twinge of guilt from trying to block her out of my life, I didn't want to give her the wrong impression.
"Yeah, while we were dating, I kept something from you…" Her voice trailed off as she angled her head to look over at me, wondering what my reaction was from her start of the conversation.
"That doesn't matter now. The past is the past." I retorted back at her.
"No, you should know something about me."
"I knew everything about you, Julia. And then you disappeared from my life. Why should I try to connect with you again? Why?" I asked her, furious and annoyed.
"Because. It's important -" I cut her off. We had shared everything. I opened up to her about practically my whole life and she didn't even tell me the truth. She had kept secrets from me. Was I not trustworthy? Of course. Who was I kidding, Julia wasn't a trustworthy person from the start…
"You lied to me?"
"No, no! I didn't lie to you!"
"Then you kept things from me?"
"Yeah, but it was for the best."
"Of course it was," I rolled my eyes at her , " I wasn't ever going to pull a Benedict Arnold.
"I knew you wouldn't. But I thought it would be better you didn't know!" Her voice began to raise as tears brimmed her eyes.
"I get it. I wasn't trustworthy. Is this what you wanted to talk to me about?"
"You were trustworthy. I was planning to tell you something else, Scrooge." I scoffed at her nick name for me while she continued to stare at me. I didn't return the favor.
"Really? What was it?" I demanded, getting tired from this game.
I finally raised my head and looked over at her to see her staring at me sympathetically, a tear running down her cheek.
"That wasn't me who got hit by the car."