Inspired by Mine By Taylor Swift

"Clare!" Someone called, but she kept walking. "Please, stop!"

"Why?" She shrieked, noticing that she had ended up in the middle of her road. "So we can keep yelling at each other!"

"No." Eli stated, grabbing her forearm as he stepped closer. "So we can work things out."

Clare looked up at him, tears evident in her eyes. It broke his heart, and what's more, those bright droplets were falling because of him. And he wanted nothing more than to wish them away. Kiss them away. Just make them go away and bring back her sparkling eyes. She sniffled and looked down, her curls falling into her face.

"I...This is how it all started." Clare started, her voice choking.

"How what started?" Eli asked, suddenly confused.

"With my parents. One little fight turned into a huge one, and then they just gave up." Clare sobbed, pulling her arm free of his grip.

Eli felt his heart skip a beat. "Clare...I'd never ever give up on you. On this. I love you. You mean the world to me. No! You are my world. Every time I look into those pretty eyes."

Clare snapped her head up, her curls bouncing and eyes sparkling in the moonlight. She was gorgeous to him at the moment, even with the slightly red-rimmed eyes. Her skin glowed, her hair fluttered in a slight breeze, and her eye shone brighter than the stars. Just like five years ago, when he brought her to the beach, and they spent the night under the stars.

"Eli!" Clare squealed, running away from the water. "It's cold!"

Eli chuckled and lifted his arm, placing it over her shoulder. She blushed and looked down, playing with her ring. They stayed like that, walking on the beach - where the water lapped at their feet. She'd giggle at his jokes, shriek when he kicked water onto her legs, and blush when he tightened his arm around her shoulder.

They ended up on a dry patch of sand, the sky dark after the sun just set. She sat facing him, her legs over his and giggled as Eli wrapped his arms around her waist - tugging her closer. They were both laughing, making faces and joking. But suddenly, Clare's eyes met his and the world stopped. No. It didn't stop. Everything else just fell away, and all he saw was his world.

"Eli?" Clare questioned, looking down.

"Yeah?" Eli questioned back, his thumb and forefinger grasping her chin.

"Kiss me." She stated, finally gazing back up at him.

He dropped his hands, and looked at her, searching those baby blues eyes. Then he smiled. Genuine and stunning. His hands came to either side of her face and his lips fell to hers. She shivered, wrapped her arms around his chest and sighed. When he pulled away, she gulped for air, cheeks flushed from lack of oxygen. He rested his forehead on hers, their noses just touching. A grin spread across her face, perfect white teeth glittering, surround by a line of bright pink lips.

"You have pretty eyes." He said, leaning forward.

Tears fell freely, sliding quickly down her cheeks. He stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her shoulders as she cried into his shoulder. He hated this, he hated everything that caused her pain. Usually it was the memories, or the doubt that had wriggled its way into every decision she made after her parents divorced. He kissed the top of her head as she let out a tiny sob.

"I'm here for you, forever and always." He whispered, rubbing her back.

"Since when did we get all this stuff?" Eli huffed, dropping yet another box filled with useless things - or 'necessities' as Clare called them.

"Oh calm down, there's only one box left. And it's got the kitchen stuff in it." Clare stated, placing a tiny hat box on their couch. She lifted the lid to reveal an old looking vase, with an ugly looking lid. "Isn't this pretty?"

"No." He laughed; Clare rolled her eyes.

"It's going riiiiight here." She exaggerated, placing it on the mantelpiece of their fireplace. Their mantelpiece - she liked the sound of that.

"You're style is ridiculous." Eli laughed, rummaging through a box and pulling out some metal looking piece of 'art'.

"You're one to talk." She giggled, turning around with her hands on her hips. "Now c'mere."

She raised her arms and flexed her hands, like a little baby would do when they wanted something. Eli laughed and stood upright before making his way over to his girlfriend, wrapping his arms around her torso as hers closed around his neck. He lifted her, causing her to squeal and giggle as he peppered kisses on her face.

"E-li!" She giggled, dragging out his name as he tickle her with little nips on her neck.

He set her back to her feet, keeping her in his arms and smiling. Clare rested a head on his chest, smiling. Then she felt her nose clog and throat close, oncoming signs of tears. They trickled down the end of her nose, landing on the floor. Eli, of course, took notice of the sniffles and made her look up. Suddenly alarmed at the tears, he hugged her close and kissed the tears.

"Shh, I'm here for you." Eli said, kissing her cheek.

"Clare," Eli said. "Please look at me."

She gave a large sniffle and looked up, her eyes swimming with tears. "What?" She croaked, voice hoarse from the tears.

"I wanted to surprise you, but I want to show you how much I love you. How, every morning, I feel like the luckiest man in the world to be with you. How much I love your smile, how much I love your laugh, those little squeals and even snorts when I tickle you." Eli said, Clare felt her cheeks heat up.

He fell to one knee, right in the middle of the road and rummaged through his pocket. She gasped, one hand coming to her lips in shock. He took the other one and placed a silver band on palm of her hand, tiny crystals marking the top. She lifted to and gazed at it in wonder, noticing an engraving.

'To the Keeper of My Heart' It read, and Clare more tears coming on.

She jumped forward, into his arms and kissed him. They were quick pecks, on his lips, cheeks, neck, ear, everywhere. She pulled back to look at him, a dazzling smile on her face and she slammed her mouth to his, her hands clutching his hair.

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!" She squealed after she pulled away.

"I love you, Clare Edwards. And nothing will ever change that." Eli smiled, kissing her again.