Hey everyone! So, again, I've posted this kind of late. Tomorrow, I'll be busy, so expect another late update.
Well, this is more drabble-ish, a look on Eli and Clare's views on each other. I hope you like it.
Enjoy!
Clare's POV
He's only human.
It's that thought that comforts me most. It is that thought that reminds me that we fit together, like two puzzle pieces, as cliché as that sounds. I used to think that K.C. was 'my missing piece.' But if you've ever done a complicated puzzle, you'd know that sometimes two pieces fit, but they aren't the match that is required to complete the puzzle.
I used to think K.C. was perfect. And it's for that reason that I realized I liked the idea of K.C. Someone strong and cute, nice and protective. Thinking back on it, I didn't even know a whole lot about him.
But that was teenage romance for you.
It seemed like it never ended well, for anyone. I had told myself countless times that I would not make the same mistake twice. I would not fall too hard too fast for anyone.
Boy, was that the biggest lie I ever told myself.
But, if there's one thing I learned right away, I learned that Eli isn't perfect. He's sarcastic and enigmatic and just down right crude sometimes. He likes to fight fire with fire and he's stubborn. He isn't always nice and he doesn't always say the right things. And yes, as crazy as it sounds, he's a teenage boy, and normal teenage hormones aren't about to make an exception for him.
His life wasn't easy before I met him, and I certainly wasn't the only girl he's ever loved.
But these things remind me that I'm not dating Superman or Edward Cullen. He can't read my mind and he certainly can't stop a speeding bullet.
But, there are two sides to every coin. Eli's kind—in his own unique way—and funny. He's considerate and isn't quick to judge someone. He's passionate and witty. He cares about his friends and would take a bullet for them.
But, again, the thought reminds me that he's only human.
We are both made of flesh and bones. We both have two eyes and ten toes and we both need basic essentials to survive.
He's Eli Goldsworthy. He's the boy I need in my life right now and probably for years to come. Despite his faults, it's easy to see why I love and care for him so much.
I love his smile: rare and short-lived. I love his kisses: from sweet and chaste, to fervent and heated, and all of the ones in-between. I love his hugs, the hugs that sometimes say more than words ever could. I love his eyes: an amazing viridian color that show me how he's truly feeling.
He's Eli Goldsworthy and he's only human.
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Eli's POV
She isn't perfect, as hard as that is for me to grasp. It seems all the girls I've ever loved—yes, a whole, whopping two—were perfect.
The fight before her death proved to me that Julia wasn't perfect. She made mistakes, and lying was a mistake she frequently made, which caused our fight from the first place.
And, when she died, I had convinced myself that the closest thing to perfect I had in my life was Julia, and she was gone. That is, until I met Clare Edwards.
I knew from the start that she wasn't perfect. I mean, not from the exact first moment, when I picked up her destroyed glasses, but from the first moment we had our first real conversation.
Clare wasn't perfect. She is stubborn, refusing to allow logic into a situation when she believes her religion can solve the answer. She's a perfectionist and is way too hard on herself. She's a liar, though not in the sense that Julia was.
Clare lies to me when she tells me she is 'fine' when, clearly, she isn't.
Though, these faults can easily be out-weighed by her good traits.
Clare's intelligent and clever. She's enthusiastic when she speaks and she's very charismatic.
And, I could go on about how loving and forgiving Clare is.
But, despite her amazing qualities, many view her as imperfect. Why? For the idiotic reason that she isn't pencil thin, or a stick figure.
Her stunning curves, her beauty, are viewed as a fault in the screwed up society. But to me, it only adds on to her beauty.
Clare's home life isn't perfect, and she doesn't have a lot of friends, and she isn't up to par with today's 'fashion.' She isn't perfect.
But, she's the definition of beautiful.
I love her ashen skin: reminding me so much of a doll. I love her curly, auburn locks: that always smell like a mixture of cinnamon and vanilla. I love her ability to show me her love: through her small smiles, her eagerness when I kiss her, and her tender embraces.
I love her eyes: two gorgeous sapphires that look at me with love and trust. Her eyes that act as windows to her emotions, when words fail her.
She's Clare Edwards and she's only human.
Okay, so, I've come across (at most three) stories that make Eli seem…perfect. And he isn't. I've yet to see a perfect teenage boy. And if you have…I recommend seeing a doctor, because he probably isn't real. Thank goodness most of you fellow writers are smarter than to make our lovable Eli a Gary-Stu. Anyways, reviews are awesome.
~S.S.