Oh my god guys! I have so many prompts to work with, I don't know where to start! That's why I've been updating so rapidly btw. But keep sending prompts in, remember I'm writing 100!
This one is kind of sad and short, just warning you now.
Prompt: After Carley's death, Lee hallucinates her while in the train.
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Lee opened his eyes, his vision blurry. Clementine was right beside him, holding onto him while she was asleep. Lee looked down at her, feeling bad. Clem didn't deserve all of this. He pulled her closer, beginning to nod off again. The train was going slowly and he didn't want to wake Clem up.
"Lee?"
Lee snapped his head up quickly at the familiar voice. Could it be?
"Carley?" Lee asked, his eyes finally making out her image. How was she here? Was she even really here?
"Yes, it's me." She answered, approaching.
"H... How are you here?" He asked, still confused.
"It doesn't matter." She said, walking over to him and placing her hand on his face. He could've sworn that he felt it.
"You're right."
"Of course I'm right." She smiled. Lee was taken back to that day at the Motor Inn. He looked at Carley again.
"Seriously though. You got shot. I mean, it's great that you are here, but I want to know how."
"Lee, I am dead. I died from the gunshot. You saw me."
Lee fought back tears as he watched her sit down beside him. "I was told that you had to tell me something before I died. Something you've wanted to say for a long time, but you lost out on the chance once I died." She told him.
"What?" He furrowed his brows in confusion.
"That's why I'm here, Lee. You had to tell me something. Think about it. You were waiting to tell me since we left the Motor Inn. What is it, Lee?"
Lee thought for a moment. Then it came to him.
"You have it yet?" She asked.
He simply nodded, unable to speak. He didn't know how he would be able to tell her this. It wasn't something he could say easily.
"Well?" She asked, sounding urgent.
"Well..." He started, unable to say it. Her image was beginning to dissolve now, and he blinked, trying to get it back. But she was fading, and fast. He needed to tell her what he needed to.
"Lee..." She said impatiently.
"Okay, okay. Listen. Ever since the Motor Inn, maybe even before that..." He trailed off, but began again once he caught her icy glare. "... I've wanted to tell you that I... Love you."
She looked over at him but didn't speak, processing what he had just said. Was he being real? She put her hand on his face again. Lee blinked again. Her image was still fading. She looked like a true ghost.
She leaned over and gave him a kiss, the same kind of kiss she had given him at the Motor Inn. He wanted more, but she was fading, fading, fading...
"Why didn't you tell me earlier?" She asked, her voice far away and distant.
"I didn't think you'd feel the same." He said simply. "Plus, this isn't really time for romance. But I would've made time eventually, trust me."
She leaned over and kissed him again, and Lee took it as a sign that she had always felt the same way, and that he should've spoke up sooner. But saying it now made him feel like he had gotten something huge off of his chest, it made him feel slightly better.
Then, within a simple, minuscule second, she disappeared, not even giving him time to say goodbye.
Just like the day she had died.
Lee called out her name as loudly as he could without waking Clementine up. But she didn't return like he had hoped. She was gone.
