Hey guys! So you were all a little shaken up with the ending of Closer To The Edge, and that's how I wanted it to be. It wasn't your typical, or at least, my typical happily ever after. So thanks for reading/reviewing/alerting this story because as of right now, it is officially over. Love you guys! Enjoy the epilogue!

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Also: Just a little reminder that God is an actual person in this fic, just because I want him to be a person to talk to Clare. I'm not trying to insult any religions, or anything like that, I just want to have God be an actual human being for Clare's sake.

PLEASE NOTE: ELI DID NOT GO TO JAIL FOR "KILLING KYLE" YOU WILL SEE WHY.

Closer To The Edge

CLARE

"Thank you God, for letting me keep my baby...even though, back on Earth, I lost her or him," I whispered, tears streaming down my cheeks, as I looked up at the glowing figure before me. He smiled, "Welcome to heaven Clare Goldsworthy, and the reason I am allowing you to keep your future baby girl is because you deserve to keep your child. Trust me, you'll be happier here. Things happen for a reason, correct?"

I smiled at God, slowly tracing circles over my stomach, while asking, "W-what about my husband, Eli? Is he okay?"

"I have a plan for you both Clare, but you must be patient. You must trust and believe in my work," God smiled at me, placing a hand on my shoulder, before handing me a key, "This is a key to your heart, that only one person can open. Until that time comes, you must hold it close to your heart, and wait. One of my angels, Jake, will take you to your new house."

"J-Jake?" I looked at the sweet teenage boy before me, as he smiled, "Yeah, it's me."

"I'm so sorry about-," he cut me off, flashing me a smile, "It's okay Clare, up here, there's no negativity. Kyle is...Kyle's gone. We have nothing to worry about here, nobody will hurt anybody. Now, while you spend eternity in heaven, you can have a safe pregnancy."

I wrapped my arms around Jake, tears streaming down my eyes as I whimpered, "I-I wish I could've saved you and Katie, I'm so sorry."

"No harm done, we're actually happier up here. Besides, my little angel should be here...just about...now," Katie appeared out of nowhere, and I smiled at her, watching her wings flow up and down with her body, "You look so beautiful Katie, I-I just want to say...thank you...for not...for...I'm sorry Katie, that this happened to you and your family."

Katie touched my hand and said, "I want to thank you Clare, for being such a strong mother. You're an inspiration to a lot of us up here. You're something else, and we're proud of you, just like Eli's proud of you."

Tears streamed down my face as Jake smiled, "Hey, don't cry, word on the clouds is he'll be here sooner than you think."

"I just miss him so much."

ELI

I toyed with the gun in my hand, watching it spin on the table recklessly, as I waited for it to go off and hit me in the chest. This way, it wouldn't be complete suicide.

The house was eerily quiet, and it was filled with memories that my mind couldn't bear to remember. So I sat here, with Drew's gun that I took out of his car, and tried to forget the fact that I can't look into Clare's eyes, or help her in the morning when she has her morning sickness.

Little memories of her were scattered all over the house, and when she died in my arms that day, everything had gone with her. She was selfish, leaving me like that...and I'm selfish, for blamming myself for everything. I should've had Kyle locked away, I should've had her well protected.

But I didn't, and that wasn't the case.

My stomach churned, as I lunged to the bathroom, letting the contents of my stomach come up.

"Ah fuck," I flushed the toilet, hanging my head in shame.

Over the past two months, I've tried to come to the realization that Clare would never come out of the bathroom after being sick, or she wouldn't run down the steps after I come home from work to kiss me. These little things were eating away at me, and all I've been feeling is nothing, absolutely nothing. My heart is empty, and my body always feels weak because I've stopped eating.

I'm determined to kill myself, to join Clare.

Whenever I stared at the ceiling, or out the door, I'd get a chill and a strange feeling would come over me that Clare was living. Not as a physical human being, but a ghost of some sort...and she was watching over me, or something like that.

I just had to believe that she was still out there, I had to.

"Eli!" I jumped at the sound of Drew's voice, as I groaned, "In here..."

He saw me lying on the floor, and gave me one pathetic sigh, "Dude, come on...get off the floor."

I listened to Drew gasp when he wrapped his arms around me to hold me up, as I chuckled, "Don't worry about it, I love feeling my bones poking my skin. It's like a new style for me."

"You have to eat Eli, and I'm taking this gun back to my house," I snapped at Drew, yelling at him, telling him he couldn't tell me what to do, "Do you think this isn't hard on me too? My baby sister was murdered, and died torturously because of her psychopathic kid! It hurts, okay! You're not the only one feeling like they should put a gun to their head every fucking second of their lives."

"Oh shut up Drew, you have a wife to go home to, you have a baby, you don't need to die! I'm sitting here everyday, rotting away, waiting until my heart finally stops because I can't live! I don't have a reason! My son is rotting in jail, and I could give less than two fucking shits because my wife is buried six feet under the dirt! My love, my Clare, is gone! She was EVERYTHING TO ME! EVERYTHING!" I yelled, my heart sinking into my stomach, as Drew sighed, "You know, I'm really trying with you man. After the doctors saved Kyle, and not Clare, I feel like I'm missing something. Everyday, I thank God he didn't get to take my wife and child away from me, but that doesn't mean that I don't feel like you feel."

"We were so close to our happily ever after," I whispered, tears streaming down my face, as I whimpered, "In high school...we should've just gotten married, and lived. We shouldn't have had Kyle, we shouldn't have-."

Drew cut me off, "You both loved that kid, no matter how much you hate him now, you loved him!"

"He's my son...my crazed, manic son."

"Eli, just spend the night with Bianca and I, we'd love to have you over. Please, I don't want to wake up in the middle of the night by a phone call from the cops telling me you killed yourself," he begged, and I smirked, "My life is over, Drew. There's never going to be someone like Clare again, I'm done. I give up. I surrender."

I snatched the gun out of his hand, and he yelled "Eli DON'T!"

My laughter enhanced as I placed the cool metal in my mouth, backing away from Drew, feeling the gun against my lips, as I shook my head, giving one final wave goodbye to him.

I had nothing to live for.

Only her.

BANG!

CLARE

"What was that?" I shot up from my bed, glancing around to see God, peering through the window while knocking on my front door.

My eyes widened, as I tried my best to stand up with my pregnant belly in my way. I wobbled to the door, my ankles feeling intensly swollen before opening it, to see God, "I don't know how to tell you this Clare...but I need you to give me that key back."

"W-why?" tears filled my eyes, as I gripped onto the key that I would wear until Eli's return to me, "Because I have the lock."

My eyes widened, as God moved to the side, to reveal a smiling Eli. Tears streamed down our eyes, as he wrapped his arms around me, both of us digging nails into each others backs from the need to hold onto each other.

"Keep the PDA to a minimum guys, I don't want any neighbors complaining," God joked, before vanishing into thin air.

I buried my head into Eli's neck, whimpering like a new born baby into his arms, as he pulled back, to place a well overdue kiss on my lips. When our lips connected, my legs almost gave out, as I asked, "H-how did you get here? What happened to you? How did you die?"

Eli smiled, "You'd kill me if I told you."

"All that matters is I'm here now Clare, with you, and with our baby," he kissed my lips, while running his lanky hands underneath my shirt, over my belly. I felt his smooth hand against my skin, as I whispered, tears flowing down my cheeks, "Don't tell me you killed yourself to get here."

"I had to do it, I was going insane without you...I just, I couldn't live without you near me. So I killed myself, in the hopes that God would let me into your heart, back to you," he kissed my lips, and said, "God said he'd forgive me, for everything I did...to Kyle...I sat in purgatory for a while, talking to him, and he agreed that it was Kyle who drove us insane. It wasn't my disorder, or anything to do with you. So, he let me go, but he made me make a promise. A promise that he'll forgive me, if I promise to love you forever."

"Will you?" I asked, as his thumb rubbed smooth circles over my stomach, "I promise...Clare Goldsworthy...to cherish you, to hold you, and to love you, as long as we both shall live."

"And who would've thought, that when we were so close to the edge, that when we got pushed off...we found something even better, eternal love."

END OF CLOSER TO THE EDGE

So...this was the end.

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