Project V (Clementine X Male Reader Book 4)

Missed

Nick: There's a button right next to the door that you can push if you need anything.

You: Alright.

Nick: I mean anything: Food, water, whatever.

You: I understand.

Nick: Please, do not turn on the light. For her sake.

You: Can I see, at least?

Nick: Yes, there is enough light for you to see.

You: Thank you.

You turn to the door and start to twist the handle. You're nervous all of a sudden. It's the first time you'll be seeing her the way you used to. Long ago.

It's dark, just like Nick said. You hurry inside and quickly shut the door behind you, so you don't let much light in.

You: Brooklyn?

No answer... She's asleep.

You walk to the left side of her bed and pull up a chair. She looks so peaceful while she sleeps. Well, most people do. Except for her, usually. You're traditionally fighting with her for the blankets and making sure she doesn't roll off the bed. Then you wake up tangled in a mess of her limbs.

You brush a bit of her hair back and tuck it behind her ear. She's never liked messing with it, yet she always keeps it decently long. But then she makes you help her with it, combing it or tying it up sometimes. You'd just experiment every once in a while with different ties and try to make it as horrible as possible. She would always hit you, laugh, and then do it herself.

You grab her hand gently and rub your thumb back and forth across the back. Her favorite thing is holding your hand. Any time you're in a public place, at a friend's house, around the house. It makes her feel safe, warm, and comfortable. But the most important part in her mind: it lets everyone else know you're hers and that they can fuck off. Her words, not yours.

Now. Now you realize what you felt in the hotel. You felt this unbreakable bond pulling you toward her. This unconditional love that can't be touched. It's an amazing feeling that makes you feel so unbelievably good. Yet... It hurts just as much.

You're left stuck between two worlds, unable to choose which side you want to be on. You don't want to choose. It's Brooklyn or Clementine, but...

You lower your head and rest it on her hand.

You: I love you.

The decision is so frustrating. It's impossible, and you wonder if anyone else has ever had to make such a decision. No, no way. You have been asked to choose between two lives. Two totally different people that you love more than words can explain.

You're on the verge of tears. You can't choose. You won't choose. But you can't... You can't be with both of them.

You stay like that for a while, unsure of how much time passes.

Brooklyn: Y/N?

You lift your head up and smile.

You: Brooklyn! Hi.

Brooklyn: Are you ok?

She wrestles her hand out of your grip so that she's holding your hand too.

You: Yeah, yeah. They have me pumped full of drugs, so I can't feel a thing.

Your nerves are really kicking in now that you have to talk to her. Why are you so nervous?

Brooklyn: I'm glad.

You: What about you? How's your head? Your arm? Your leg?

You don't give her time to answer.

Brooklyn: Calm down.