~Please, Say You Won't Let Go~ Clouis

Chapter Three: Still Not Enough (Louis' POV)

(two day time skip)

Louis' POV:

Yesterday, Clementine and Violet had to leave the school for what I thought was a quick day trip to scavenge what they could, but minutes turned to hours and hours turned into the whole day and I began getting a heavy feeling in my stomach that something had happened.

I paced around the room digging my hands into my hair as my mind started to race with all the possibilities of what could have happened, because something had to have happened.

What if she never comes back. If Vi shows up and Clem is gone? What if... what if she dies and I don't get to say goodbye?

Oh my god- I'll never get to hug her again; I'll never have another chance to kiss her. My chances to move forward with her are gone. I'll never get to hold her in my arms. She's not coming back. She's not-

I sat down on my bed, embracing myself and curling into a tight ball, my breath became shallow and fast and my throat felt like it was closing in.

What could I do? I might not ever see Clem again. What if she died and I never got to say goodbye. I miss her so much.

I leaned against the thin metal bed frame and wailed, hard. The thought of losing her was absolutely overbearing.

Before I could process the rest of the thoughts in my head, everything went black.

...

My eyes fluttered open; I was staring at the ceiling fan with my back against the cold, wood flooring before feeling a sharp, stabbing pain wash over the center of my stomach.

I pulled myself up, sitting against the dresser as I looked at the spot the pain was radiating from, seeing a decently sized pool of red staining my green shirt and feeling another wave of pain hit.

I gently pulled the shirt away from my wound, wincing at the pain that simple action has caused, and pulling the bottom of my shirt up, exposing the deep cut that seemingly plunged into my stomach.

A knock summoned quickly and heavily against my door.

As I was getting up to answer it, my hand slightly grazed by something sharp, just barely cutting my hand.

After I had realized what it was, my heart sank and I quickly tried to dispose of its existence by kicking it under the dresser, before getting up and answering the unknown knocker.

Opening the door, I gently clutched my stomach, hiding away the rather large size stain and was met with the beautiful face of my darling Clementine standing right before me, unharmed. She looked exhausted.

"Lou, I'm so sorry I'm so la- what? What's this?" she interrogated as she glanced down at the stained shirt hiding behind my hand, immediately halting her conversation and investigating.

I allowed her into my room as I walked in and she closed the door behind her.

"Take your shirt off." She softly demanded me with furrowed eyebrows filled with concern.

I quickly took it off and showed her the cut to which she shortly studied.

"How did this happen?" She calmly asked, looking up at my face with deep sorrow in hers.

I shrugged and covered it back up with my now crumbled-up shirt, putting pressure on it to stop the now slow bleeding.

"Don't do that, let me see it again, Lou." She remarked and pulled the shirt away from my body. I held it back up, but she wrestled it out of my hand and onto the ground.