CLARE'S P.O.V.
Nearly a Month Later-
Things were… not yet normal. But they rarely were in this town. Or this school. Or this lifetime, actually. Yes, things were not normal. But things were getting there. Slowly but surely- getting there.
That Friday evening was a cloud-covered night, almost dark, although it was hardly five. I wandered into the Dot, after chaining up my bike. I tried not to look down the alley, as I wasn't interested in reliving any of the stories I'd heard or the memories I had that had occurred there. I ordered my drink with a quick wave to Peter behind the counter, and sat down in our usual spot, waiting for him.
Eli wandered it, limping slightly- but getting better all the while. He ordered his straight-black coffee like any other day, and smiled when he saw me. We sat together like any old day, talking about English class, our friends, or any of the odd occurrences that had happened at dear ol' Degrassi today.
We kissed on the way home for a while, and everything was fine. Better then fine, even.
No. Things would never be normal. With KC and his henchman, all still in Degrassi as Eli wouldn't press charges, seeing him every day was not only hell for me, but torture for Eli. And on top of everything else that had stained Eli's life; you would think that things would never be normal again. And you would probably be right.
Because, life was Eli was never normal. But it's exactly what I needed. Because, life with Eli- was being with Eli. And I'd take that over normal any day.