Here I sit, watching as Clare cries in my arms, like a broken girl. I wanted so much to help her, but how could I? Sure, I've been in rough situations, but never, and I do mean never, anything as juristic as Clare has. She was a fighter, she always maintained this nice, cool atmosphere around, pretty much anyone, so to see this side of Clare, was so different, and almost rewarding to know she is in fact, like every other teenager in the world, who has problems no matter how insignificant or, painful. She was still Clare in my eyes, just a more broken Clare, who needed someone, and I was going to be that someone.

She was still crying in my arms, when something fell off of her dresser. She lightly lifted up the envelope, and examined it, over and over. A look of confusion permanently on her adoring face. I wasn't sure what it was, but after turning said envelope over one more time, she slowly gained this massively adorable Cheshire cat grin. I was sure her cheek muscles must have been hurting.

"Clare, are you okay?" she nodded, still smiling like a fool, and tore open the envelope like it was a race. She took her fingers and slowly slid it up to the little opening, but then vigorously ripped it open, and pulled out its contents. A whole bunch of papers fell out, and she quickly stacked them up into a small pile. She examined the abandoned envelope before even looking at the papers.

"Clare, what's this?" She looked up at me, shocked, as if she forgot I was even here.

"Oh, um I write these letters to this guy, from my rehab, and he just wrote me back! It's been so long since I've heard from him, and now I know he's alright."

I smiled at her answer. The happiness of her cared ones, made her so happy. I wanted to ask her if she was feeling better, but I felt like that would only make things worse, so I decided to let her live in the moment.

She was silently reading her letter, sometimes making little body language that something extreme, or unexpected was being read. I sat here, waiting pretty much until she was finished.

"He's, he's." she couldn't finish; she was already blinking back tears.

"Is everything okay?" she nodded roughly.

"He's coming to visit me! He's finally cleaned up, and sober." She whispered, looking into space.

CLARE POV

I was so shocked! I mean, he was coming, here! To visit, me, just, to visit me! Can you believe this? I looked over at Eli, and he was just looking at me. I didn't know what to do, so I did what I've been wanting to do since I first saw him.

ELI POV

She slowly leaned in, I wasn't sure what she was going to do, but I caught the idea of it. I was slowly leaning in as well as she was.

Her lips, they looked so luscious, and I couldn't deny my want from them. I silently inhaled a deep breath, just to be winded by the wonderful smell of her cinnamon breathing hitting me across the face like a gust of wind. In my head I wanted her to know how hard it was making me, to not kiss her. I wanted to kiss her so, oh so badly, but I couldn't, not when she's in this state of happiness, to sadness, and back again. I don't want her to regret kissing me, ever.

She brushed her pink, soft, golden lips across mine, and in a blink of an eye, every thought I had was lost. I couldn't not kiss her, she was so beautiful, and I was falling for her. I didn't even remember why I didn't want to kiss such a wonderful thing that was sitting RIGHT in front of me. I slowly moved my lips in sync with hers, and she was going at such a pace that was painfully good. I didn't want to speed it up, or slow it down. This was just the most perfect thing I've ever experienced in my life.

Clare POV

I was actually kissing Elijah Goldsworthy. He didn't seem that interested if you ask me, but I guess he was. He was kissing me back so tenderly, that I could swear it hurt. I was loving every minute of this, and I couldn't tell you why. Maybe it was because it was the first person I've ever kissed other than Rye, or maybe it was because the feelings I was feeling for Eli were finally taking over.

I was in pure bliss, until he said that one little word, a word I didn't recognize at all. A word that if you would have said just yesterday, I wouldn't even notice it.

"Oh, Julia."

I stopped the kiss instantly.

"What?"

"Oh my, I am so, just I'm sorry." He stood up off of the bed, and ran to the door.

"I have to go." He said and then he was gone, leaving me here confused and hurt, and all I wanted to do was cry again.

ELI POV

Why did I do that? I was just thinking how she makes me feel things, that even Julia didn't, and then I moan her name? What is wrong with me? Of course I chose the wrong thing and walked out of there, leaving her without any answers. I spent the next ten minutes sitting on the side walk, deciding what to do…