Author's Note: I'll probably be wrapping this story up soon, but here's a new chapter for now. Sorry if it's short. Check out my two new stories – Forget Her and Jealousy. Sorry this one is so short!

Eli's POV

My mind was slowly spiraling back into depression. Right where it was before I met Clare. I thought of all the people who ruined my life at my old school. Constantly laughing. Pretending to be my friend then completely backstabbing me.

Clare still hadn't done it yet. But I wouldn't put it past her to do something terrible to me. Not because she was a bad person, but because I am. Everyone hates me.

Happiness and Elijah Goldsworthy don't go together.

I couldn't think straight. I was in no shape to be driving.

Morty was making noises and I came to my senses. I hadn't checked up on him in a few weeks and since he was vintage, he needed constant care.

As I was thinking of this, I realized it was too late. The engine was roaring and he kept speeding up. And then sped up some more.

I tried to hit the brakes and nothing was happened. When I realized it was no use, I gave up. I was going to die.

And who would care? Clare might at first. She'd get over it in a few days.

Soon enough, darkness surrounded me.

Clare's POV

This wasn't okay. Eli was not here and I felt like a piece of me was missing. I was nothing without Eli. He was the frosting to my cake, cream to my éclair, and the sauce to my spaghetti.

Comparing Eli to food? Really, Clare? I only did that when I was really upset.

I needed to find him. Or at least convince him to come home. How could I do that? When Eli had his mind set on something, it was hard to change it. He was stubborn.

Stubborner than stubborn, actually.

Why are you doing this, Eli?

I love you more than anything. Please come back. I thought about this in my head. I loved him so much.

Clare: Please come home. I love you.

I waited all day. No reply.

Eli's POV

When I awoke, I heard many voices surrounding me. Voices that I didn't recognize.

"Who's the kid?"

"Found him on the street."

"He hurt bad?"

"Kind of. Crashed his car. Looks like a good candidate for us though."

"Think he'll do it?"

"Yeah, as long as we help him not die."

Where the fuck was I?

Author's Note: Ooooooh, so who picked Eli up from the street? Where is he? I guess you'll have to wait and see. Reviews and you'll find out sooner!