Well Elijah, you've done it again. I thought to myself as I sat on my bed, looking at my still cluttered room.

Of course it had significantly improved in the past few weeks, what with Clare helping me and everything, but months of hoarding takes a lot longer to clean out than you may think.

But I HAVE made a lot of progress, thanks to Clare.
Clare.
My heart raced at the mere thought of her name, and why shouldn't it?
She's beautiful, kind, strong-willed, understanding, smart….she's perfect.
And…and…
I'm in love with her.
I let out a shaky breath and hugged my knees to my chest, shaking my head.
I'd fallen in love again. I can't pinpoint the exact moment I knew I loved her, but I feel like I have for a while. I'm just now finally admitting it to myself.
And soon, tomorrow, or maybe even later tonight, I would tell her.
I shivered at the thought of telling her; the feeling of love on its own made me nervous. I hadn't loved any girl since Julia.
I reached into one of the boxes next to my bed and pulled out Julia's picture.
Her long black hair was messy in her face, and her gray eyes stood out against her caramel skin.
She was smiling in a way that only she smiled, it was mysterious.
I felt the familiar wetness that came to my eyes whenever I looked at her picture.
I stood up from my bed, my knees shaking.
I knew what I had to do.

The drive was pretty short, especially since I knew the route by heart. It was still relatively light when I arrived at my destination and for that I was thankful.
I stepped out of my hearse and took Julia's picture from the passenger seat before locking it.
I walked in through the weathered metal gate and onto the stone path that lead through the graveyard.
I turned the corner and then stepped onto the grass, being careful to not step directly in front of any of the graves.
It didn't take me long to reach hers.
I sat down beside it and propped her picture up next to her gravestone.
I sat there for a moment before beginning to speak.
"Hey Jules." I whispered finally.
It was stupid of me to wait for an answer, so I kept talking.
"I'm sorry that I haven't visited more often. I've just been…going through rough times since you left."
My eyes drifted from her grave to her picture and back. I took a breath to steady myself before continuing.
"After you left…I went a little crazy. I…I blamed myself, Jules. I blamed myself for your death. I feel like if we hadn't had that fight or if I hadn't let you ride off on your bike…maybe…maybe you'd still be here."
My voice cracked and a tear fell down my cheek. I suddenly became very glad that I was the only one in the graveyard.
"I thought I could make things right if I kept everything that reminded me of you. I thought maybe I could keep you alive. It became an obsession, an obligation I felt morally tied to. I felt that if I didn't keep…everything…I somehow tied EVERYTHING to your memory…I felt that I would forget all about you, or I would kill you again. Or even I would die."
Tears kept spilling over the rims of my eyes and I found it harder and harder to speak. I wiped my face with the back of my hand and willed myself to stay strong, because I knew I had to do this.
"But…someone very close to me…began to help me. She helped me fix my hoarding. She's been to therapy sessions with me; she's helped me get rid of the things that don't matter. She…she's really changing my life Julia."
I reached into my pocket and pulled out my wallet. I removed Clare's picture from it and held it in front of the gravestone.
"This is her. Her name is Clare Edwards. She's my girlfriend and…I'm in love with her Jules."
I continued to stare at the gravestone, almost expecting it to react.
"Listen, I know we never officially broke up or anything. I think we both knew our relationship was nearing its end though. We were growing apart, and we needed different things, we wanted different things. We just weren't good for each other anymore. I hoped that when we broke up…we could've remained friends. I'd like to think we'd still be friends today….if…if you hadn't died."
The tears came back to my eyes and my voice quivered.
"So as a friend Jules, I'd like to ask you something. I'd like you to let me go." I was sobbing, and I pressed my hand to the ground to keep myself from falling over.
"Clare…she makes me happier than I've ever been. She makes me feel like I'm…a better person, like I'm not worthless or bad. She…she tells me that it's not my fault that you died. She listens to me and she cares for me…Jules, she's the best thing that's ever happened to me. My relationship with her is better than ours ever was, better than ours could've been. She's…she's the one."
My vision was blurred and my breathing was heavy, my voice was strained with emotion but I kept speaking.
"I wish you were still alive Julia. I wish you could've found your soul mate. You deserve the right person for you. I bet I would've liked him. I bet you would've liked Clare too."
I set Clare's picture next to Julia's and tried to envision them as friends.
"So…if Clare's right, and you don't blame me for your death…then please give me a sign. Give me a sign that you won't mind if I tell Clare I love her. I need this Jules, I need your permission to feel right about it. I love you Julia. Not in the same way I used to, but I still do. You'll always be a part of me." I whispered the last sentence, and wiped the fresh tears from my face. I stood up then, attempting to regain my strength. I picked up both pictures and took one last look at the gravestone.
"Goodbye Julia. I'll visit again soon, I promise. Please give a sign."
With that I exited the graveyard and walked back to Morty.
I felt a little numb after what had just happened, and decided to turn on the radio as I began to drive to calm myself down.
I flipped to my dad's station and turned it up, waiting to see what song would come on next.
"Well hello there lucky caller! What's your name?" I heard my father's rough voice sound from my speakers.
"Julia."
I almost drove into a tree.
I slammed the breaks and heaved, completely awestruck.
"Okay Julia, what song would you like to hear?"
"Move Along, by the All-American Rejects."
My Julia had loved that song too.
Move along move along, like I know you do…
Julia had listened to that song a lot when she was fighting with her stepmother.
They'd been really close and it bothered her that they were growing apart. She said that she'd thought the song meant that even if you're losing someone or something you love, you can't stop your life. You've gotta stay strong and move on.
Tears came to my eyes once more and I pulled off the road.
It was perfect. A girl named Julia had called and requested Julia's favorite song, which was about moving on.
She'd given me the sign.
I picked up her picture and looked at it, beaming.
"Thank you Jules. Thank you, thank you so much." I kept repeating myself as I slowly made my way into hysterics, amazed by the miracle that had just occurred.
I wept, and I wasn't sure exactly for what. It was probably a mixture of happiness, shock, tiredness, and still some sadness for Jules.
I sobbed uncontrollably and I was glad no one could see me.
When I finally got a hold of myself and drove home, I walked up to my room my room quickly and quietly. I didn't want my parents to see my red eyes and blotchy face.
I set Julia's picture back in its hiding spot, smiling at it fondly.
I then looked at Clare's picture sitting on my nightstand.
"Move along." I whispered to myself, smirking.
"I am so ready to move along with you Clare." I whispered to her picture. And I knew in my heart that it was true.