Project V (Clementine X Male Reader Book 4)

Death Cometh

Clementine has gotten worse. She's gotten worse every day before she collapsed, and she's gotten worse every day since.

Clem: I'm ok, promise.

You: You can barely move.

Clem: Yeah, but Marina is here to help me.

You smile at her. She has no clue. You want to scream, cry, hit someone, or something. But you don't. You put on a brave face, and you sit next to Clementine's bed and keep her company.

Clem: Y/N, can I ask you something?

You: Mhm.

Clem: Am I dying?

You nod. She's asked this and countless other questions hundreds of times.

You: Yeah.

Clem: Thought so.

Most of your conversations go like this, but you're here anyway.

Clem: Where is Marina?

You: She's out.

Clem: Where?

You: I don't know.

Clem: Oh. Is she with anyone?

You: Yeah, Alice, I think.

She pauses, her face goes blank. You just have to be patient and wait. She stares at the wall, unmoving.

Clem: Oh. She's a nice girl.

You: Yeah.

The conversation goes back to normal... As normal as possible.

Clem: I wish you hadn't died.

You: Me too.

Clem: Wait, how are you even here?

You: We got a second chance.

Blank stare again.

Clem: Oh. Oh yeah. This is a different world.

You: Yes.

Clem: Where's Brooklyn?

You: At home.

Clem: Ah. I just you, Marina.

You nod. That's all you can do. How are you meant to respond to that? This sometimes happens, where she'll blurt out something that makes no sense.

You: Clementine, it's getting late. I need to go home.

The truth is, you can't sit here any longer. You've sat here all day, dealing with this. It's exhausted you, and you've reached a limit. You can't hide how sad this makes you any longer.

Clem: Oh. Good night, honey. I love you.

You: Love you.

You stand up to leave.

Clem: Are you not going to kiss me?

You smile. She doesn't know any better. You oblige, giving her a quick peck on the cheek.

You: Sleep well.

Clem: I'll try.

You step out of her room, slump against the door, and sigh. You don't know how much longer you can deal with this.

Emma: Y/N.

You look down the hall.

You: Yeah?

Emma: Come here.

You follow her into the control room. It's basically just her office, but the control room sounds cooler.