It had been three long days since Clare had last seen or spoken to Eli. The memory of their fight and the cruel words they had exchanged with each other was burned into her memory. To make matters worse her dad had returned home from vacation, but still no phone call or contact was exchanged between the two. All Clare wanted was to speak to Eli, the one person who understood what she was going through, but he had made it clear that he didn’t want anything to do with her right now. The sleepless nights she had endured since the beginning of vacation had only seemed to escalate after their fight, the dark circles only darkening underneath her red tear stained eyes and without thinking anything through she made a rash decision to see the one person who she knew could help her though this. Not bothering to change out of her sweatpants and his black sweatshirt he had given her the night they had reconnected or comb through her unruly curls Clare quietly crept down the stairs before pulling open the door and leaving the safety of her house for Eli’s. Her hands shook in the cold winter air, her feet leading her down the familiar path to his house as she tried hard to formulate a reason for her unexpected arrival. She could feel her heart hammering away in her chest as she approached his house, her petite body shaking from both the cold and her nerves. Taking a deep breath and trying hard to hold back the tears that were threatening to spill down her porcelain cheeks she lifted her hand up to his door and knocked softly silently praying that it was Eli who answered the door and not one of his parents.