Project V (Clementine X Male Reader Book 4)

Goodbye

Brooklyn: Y/N.

She holds your hand tight. Even though you're both in your late fifties, she's still beautiful. She is everything that made your heart flutter the first time you met her.

Brooklyn: Quit worrying.

You: I can't.

Brooklyn: It's ok.

You're lying in your bed, still in the same spot after all these years. Machines surround you, hooked to you to keep you both alive.

You: I'm not even that worried.

She laughs.

Brooklyn: I can feel it, ya know.

You: Yes, I know.

She smiles as best she can. She's worried too, just like you. Not for yourselves. You both know there's no way out, and you're ok with it. You're worried for your daughter, her sons, and her husband for Marina and Clementine and their spouses. What do their lives look like without the two of you?

Brooklyn: Everything will be just fine.

She's telling you as much as she's telling herself.

You: I love you.

Brooklyn: I love you.

You're dying today. In just a few minutes, you'll both leave this world. Together. The chips in your head have been synced together so closely that when they discovered a tumor in her, they found that it was killing you. Your body is simulating being attacked just like her, going through every action hers is. Killing you along with her. You are content with that. You will die with her if that's how you are to end.

The door opens. Marina and Clementine step into the room. Technology has evolved to the point that they can enter your world, if only within the confines of your walled-off property. They're not wholly here, using chairs in their world much like you do to enter theirs.

Marina: Dad.

She grabs a chair next to your bed and scoots close. She puts her hand in yours. You squeeze it as tight as you can.

Marina: How are you?

You: I'm ok.

Brooklyn: He's a mess.

You: Brooklyn.

Brooklyn: But he's better now.

You: She's just gotta out me to everyone now since she knows how I feel.

Brooklyn: Yes.

Clem: And you're ok?

Clementine has taken a seat next to Brooklyn.

Brooklyn: I'm ok.

You snort.

Brooklyn: Don't.

You: I'm not doing anything.

She squeezes your hand a little tighter in hers. She's becoming sad. You feel it. It hurts.

You: Everything will be just fine.

You turn to her.

You: Everything.

Brooklyn: I'm killing you and taking you with me. Leaving them without us. Leaving our daughter an orphan.

You: She's on her own, has her own kids. She'll be fine without us.

Brooklyn: But I don't want you to die. I don't want to leave anyone.

Marina and Clementine aren't talking anymore. They know you're talking to each other, whether they can hear it or not.