(Y/n) looked over the map that was sitting on her desk, lit candles around the table to help her see, her sight was a little more difficult on her left eye and sometimes it would get foggy but she quickly blinked it away.
She sits back on the chair and takes a moment to scan across the room. She frowned and messed with her necklace before looking over to the picture frame that was at the far right on the desk.
Picking it up and looking at it with fondness. The picture of Marlon and Louis as kids brought memories in her mind. She glanced at the curled haired girl and sighed.
A knock was heard and (Y/n) looked over and told whoever it was to come in. She smiled when she saw Clem walking in with a small wave.
"Hey, what're you looking at?"
"Oh, just an old picture." (Y/n) said, shrugging her shoulders she handed it to Clem and stood up. "Oh I remember this picture."
They fell into a comfortable silence, not awkward, not tense. But a relaxing, comfortable silence. They both almost forgot about what has been happening lately. If it wasn't for Mitch yelling at Rosie to drop the walker head.
(Y/n) hummed softly and walked in the middle of the office, she smiled fondly. "I remember being in this room a lot, I still get visions of what it looked like. A bunch of paintings and pictures, expensive vases and awards." She lists. Clementine just listened.
The girl pointed over to the book shelf and measured the size with her hands. "I remember there being a shelf about this big, filled with children's books."
"In the headmaster's office? I thought Marlon said he was a jerk." Clem commented. (Y/n) nodded and folded her hands behind her back. "Yeah, but I heard he had a granddaughter." She pointed at the little girl in the picture.
"Heard she would occasionally come here and hang out with the kids here. More with Marlon and Louis." Clementine looked at the picture again of the little girl, perfect curls, clothes, skin, smile. The little girl looked more like a doll than a person.
"You were wondering who she is and where. You found out she had the same necklace as me, in fact you realized they were the same." (Y/n) said. On times like this, Clem gets reminded of how scarily observant (Y/n) really is.
"What are you saying?"
"I'll introduce myself right, okay?" (Y/n) smiled and stood right in front of the headmaster's portrait. Clementine's eyes widened at the realization she was having. "My name is (Y/f/n) (Y/m/n) Ericson. The headmaster, Richard Ericson was my grandfather."
"..wow, I mean. Wow." Clementine was speechless. Now some things make sense. How everyone respects her and back when Brody said about her name. And when she reminded Marlon not to use her full name.
(Y/n) giggled at her reaction and walked back to the desk, pulling herself to sit on it.
"What's wrong?" Clem asked, seeing the girl frown for a bit after sitting.
"Ah. Well, I don't know. It's nothing."
"(Y/n)." Clem moved to stand in front of her. (Y/n)'s legs on each side of her. (Y/n) looked at her. "You can trust me with anything, you know that, right? Louis mentioned you always pushed yourself. You don't have to be perfect all the time."
(Y/n) stares at the girl in front of her for a moment. She wanted to relax, she wanted to tell her everything, but she doesn't know how she'll react. She battled herself in her mind before giving in. "Before this all happened, what did society think was perfect?"
"Are you dodging me?"
"No, I'm genuinely asking." (Y/n) chuckled, watching Clem hummed in thought.
"I don't know, having everything, I suppose?"
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Fanfiction⚜️Completed ⚜️ "I searched for a long time, just when I gave up hope...I found him. We were searching together then, for a place we can call home. I thought I had it all, but I was wrong yet again. I never knew that the thing-or person I was missin...
