A/N: Sorry for the late update! I've recently become crazy obsessed with Pretty Little Liars and spent at least two days watching it on Netflix and have been busy! Okay, now onto the chapter!

"Okay, I change my mind."

"Nope. You can't."

"But it's so high up!"

"Come on Clare-bear. Afraid of heights?"

"Yes, actually."

"Then why did we add this to our bucket list?"

"I thought it'd be romantic."

"And it will."

"Yeah, if I'm not hyperventilating."

Eli looked up at the Ferris wheel in front of them, sighing. Looking to the left, he got an idea. "Come here." He led Clare through the crowd of people making their way through the carnival. They stopped in front of a smaller Ferris wheel, meant for children. "There. Now we can cross it off our bucket list, and it won't be as high."

"Aren't we a little big for this?"

"We're both short. Come on, it'll be fun."

"Eli…"

"It's either this or that one," he replied, pointing to the bigger one.

"This one it is," Clare agreed immediately. They got in the short line, on the ride in less than five minutes. Managing to squeeze into a seat together, Eli put his arm around Clare.

"See? Not so bad."

"I guess...AH!" Clare yelped, clutching Eli as the wheel began moving. They inched slowly to the top.

"You can open your eyes. We're here," Eli told his shaking girlfriend.

"I'd rather not."

"At least kiss me?"

Clare reached up and pecked his lips quickly before burying her head back into his neck.

"That was so not a kiss."

"It's all you're getting." Her voice was muffled due to her head being between his neck and shoulder.

Eli sighed, holding Clare tightly for the rest of the ride, sitting in silence.

"That was terrifying," Clare said in complete seriousness when they got off the ride.

Not being able to take it anymore, Eli burst into loud guffaws, resulting in Clare punching him in the shoulder.

"It's not funny."

"Clare, it went ten feet in the air. Maybe."

"Well…" She looked away, trying, but not succeeding to hide her blush until Eli saw that something caught her eye. "Oh! Come here!"

"Where are we going?"

"To do something completely and utterly spontaneous." Eli found himself in front of a tent a moment later.

"Aura readings?"

"Come on! I've always wanted to do one."

"Clare, they're pretty expensive. And might be a load of crap."

"Hence the spontaneous part."

"You sure you want to?"

"Only if you'll do it with me." Clare widened her baby blue eyes and Eli knew he was in.

"Let's go." Clare squealed excitedly, dragging him into the tent, where they were settled into a fluffy purple couch by a woman named Ambrosia. She took each of their pictures and printed them before explaining each of their auras.

"Clare," she said, showing the picture to the two teenagers. Clare's face was barely visible through the colors surrounding it. "Your aura is surrounded by warm colors, such as pink, yellow, magenta, violet and white, as well as a little bit of turquoise. Each of these colors represents a different trait you have. The pink shows your sensitivity and emotional side. You're sensitive to other people's emotions and feelings and want to help them as much as you can."

Eli took Clare's hand and squeezed it, making Clare smile at him.

"Yellow shows your intellect and organizational skills." Eli squeezed her hand again. "The violet, magenta and white show your spirituality. Are you strong in a certain faith?"

"Yes."

"These colors show your openness to spirituality and creativity. See the white surrounding your face?" She pointed at the picture. "That shows that you're open to channeling spiritually. Now the turquoise shows your healing heart, and that you teach others. From your aura, I can see that you're a very loving and open person."

"Got that right," Eli said, smiling warmly at Clare.

"Now, Eli," Ambrosia reached for his picture. "Your aura has some darker colors. Blue is a major color in your aura, as well as indigo, but you also have a little gold and some dark red." She pointed out each color as she explained the meanings. "Blue shows your solitude and introversion, that you're not very open to people. It also shows devotion to detail. Indigo tells me that you're serious and cautious, but are also kind and have much integrity. Gold shows much devotion. Anything you put yourself into, you devote yourself to, wholeheartedly. But you're also a leader. Dark red shows that you have courage and leadership abilities, but also maybe some anger."

Eli was shocked at how well a complete stranger that only knew their names had nailed them so blatantly. "Wow."

"As a couple, you two are unusual, but compliment each other nicely. Your auras balance each other out." Clare smiled at Eli, who smiled back before noticing something in his picture.

"What's that?" he asked, pointing to a white orb hovering near his head. "I'm pretty sure I'm not spiritually perceptive…"

"That's an angel. Everyone has angels, but some who are closer, or who had a special connection to a person in their life stay closer to them, appearing in their aura. Did you have someone close to you that passed away?"

"Yes," Eli choked out, tears welling in his eyes.

Ambrosia kept talking, but Eli could barely hear what she said. He was on autopilot as he paid the woman and exited the tent.

"Eli?" Clare spoke softly to him and his head snapped up. Tears in his brilliant green eyes threatened to spill over. She gathered him in her arms, his face buried in the crook of her neck. They stood there for a minute in silence, aside from Eli's sobs.

"Hey," Clare said after a minute, lifting his tear-stained face with her finger. "She's here. She's with you, always. She's protecting you. She wants you to be happy."

Eli took a shaky breath. "You're right," he said, wiping away tears. "Thank you, I'm glad we did that."

"You are?"

"Yeah. It gave me real closure. I don't have the feeling that I'd be disappointing her anymore."

Clare smiled and gave his hand a loving squeeze. "Up for our special place?"

Eli smiled genuinely, letting her lead him back to Morty. She didn't speak, giving him the silence so that he could collect himself, which he appreciated. The remainder of the tears dried and he stopped shaking.

Thank you, Julia.

A/N: If you ever have the chance to get your aura read, do it. My mom and I did it last summer and it was the coolest thing. If you're ever in Sedona, Arizona, the Center for the New Age does really good readings. Anyway, I hope you liked the chapter! Reviews are appreciated :)