AN: This chapter is a little different. I did part of it in first person because it is more thoughts than actions. This chapter is also kinda sad so prepare youself for some sad EClare. That being said this is my favorite chapter I have written so far. I think I nailed Eli's part, and Clare's isn't that bad either. I got some more reviews so I wanna thank Miss-Song-Bird and ForeverInYourArms and Maralita for reviewing again. Hope you guys really like this one! :)

This chapter is based off two songs. Kinda like those youtube medley things lol. The two songs are That Should Be Me by Justin Bieber and Thinking of You by katy Perry. I don't own the rights to the songs or the characters.

Eli was at the park sitting on a swing hating himself. His eyes were glued downwards at his leg still in the cast. He was disgusted. He couldn't understand how his mind had convinced him crashing Morty would make everything alright between him and Clare. Maybe that was a sign the therapy was working? But just thinking her name made him even more depressed.

A part of him, the rational part, couldn't blame her for leaving. He probably would too. But the other part, the bigger, sick part, resented her for leaving. He had opened up to her, not an easy thing to do, and she made a promise she would be there for him. Well, where was she now? Eli realized he was starting to shake and took a deep breath, a technique his therapist had taught him. After a few minutes he calmed down.

Eli tried so hard to move on, also not an easy thing to do. It had taken him a year to get over Julia, and not fully he supposed considering how things had happened towards the end of his relationship with Clare. But really, her death was traumatic, who wouldn't have problems after that? Anyway, he guessed it would take far longer than a year to get over Clare. There was just something about their relationship that he couldn't give up on. He kicked the sand on the ground under the swing in frustration. He rested his head on the chain of the swing and briefly closed his eyes.

His eyes flew open when he heard a laugh nearby. Not just any laugh, her laugh. The laugh he often dreamed about, but no longer heard in reality. His eyes scanned the park looking for her. His heart sank when he finally saw her, sitting at a picnic table with Jake. Their table. The table they used to sit at when they were editing papers, and he would be the one to make her laugh like she was right now.

He realized that Clare had moved on. She moved on enough that she could sit at that table like it was just another table rather than the one they used to share. Eli envied her. He wished he could move on like that. It had taken him a good thirty minutes to even decide to come to this park because he feared the memories flooding back would be too much for him. And now that he was here, staring at Clare with Jake from across the park, his fear seemed like nothing. Seeing her with someone else was way worse.

And yet, he still couldn't help but think "That should be me." He should be the one sitting across from Clare making her laugh. He should be the one holding her hand and feeling her soft lips on his as they kissed. His mind was starting to head down a dangerous path but he couldn't help but to let it.

He remembered when Clare said she needed some space. "Funny how there was enough space for Jake to swoop in." Did she think he wouldn't find out? That he wouldn't eventually see her around town with him? Again, the sicker part of Eli's brain took over and Eli was convinced she was doing this on purpose. She wanted to break his heart. Well it was working.

He was so angry now that he got up from the swing. He walked away; not easily considering his leg was still in the cast. With the film of anger over his eyes he didn't even realize that he had walked right by Clare and Jake on his way out of the park.

Jake wanted to have a picnic in the park. I'll admit I was a little apprehensive about it. That park held so many memories of me and Eli, I didn't want them to all flood back at once and distract me from Jake. I had been trying so hard to make my relationship with Jake only about me and Jake, so I agreed to go.

Making our relationship only about us was easier said than done. Every little thing Jake did I was comparing him to Eli. Whether it was because I'd tried to move on too fast or because I never got any closure with Eli, I guess I'll never know. It really isn't fair to Jake though. I'm disgusted with myself every time he kisses me because the image of Eli always pops into my head and I've almost called Jake Eli numerous times. What a great relationship we have.

We were at the park and Jake had put the basket on a picnic table. Our table. I stood there frozen. I couldn't sit here, certainly not with Jake and I was sure I wouldn't be able to be happy. I almost told Jake to pick a different table but he looked at me and asked why I hadn't sat down yet. Here was Eli interfering with our relationship again. I shook the thought out of my head as I sat down at the table for the first time in a while.

As time went by we finished eating. Jake moved the basket aside and started talking to me. I used every fiber of my being to pay attention to what he was saying. I was doing well because Eli hadn't popped up in my mind until Jake said something funny. I laughed, it sounded a bit off to me but Jake didn't pick up on it. He smirked at me. Smirked! And just like that his face transformed into Eli's. So much for not thinking about Eli.

Eli-Jake wouldn't stop staring at me. The guilt was starting to overpower me and I couldn't look at him anymore. I looked away and saw none other than Eli walking angrily right by the table. I shook my head in pure disbelief, thinking I was imagining it, but he was still there only farther away now.

A wave of regret came over me when I saw him. I couldn't believe that I had let him go and just gave up on our relationship. It was obvious I wasn't over him with how much I thought about him, and as I looked across the table Jake was no longer there. Jake had fully transformed into Eli, and before I let myself believe that he was actually Eli, I got up from the table. I wasn't going to let Eli go again. I started to run towards Eli not even bothering to look back as I left Jake sitting at the picnic table.