Chapter 29

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Clem sat on the freshly bloomed hills. Colors of red, yellow, blue, green, pink, and purple cover the vast forest. She isn't sad, angry, but content.

She's content with her life, everything.

She's been adopted by Lee and Carley, her relationship with Violet is going well, she's getting help for her trauma, and she's got friends by her side whenever she needs them.

Can life get any better than this? Probably not.

You know, as a kid, Clem never appreciated how beautiful spring is.

But now?

Spring has a whole new meaning.

She's on the road to recovery, she's pursing her dreams, alongside her family and friends.

She's healing her scars of her past.

And now, laying on her back, staring up at the sky, Clem watches as the white clouds float through the blue sky without a care in the world. She watches as the birds fly past one another, singing their soft melodies in harmony.

She watches as the sun seemed to beam down on her, bringing her the warmth she didn't need. The warmth she didn't need, but very much appreciated.

Some could say Clem's life was crazy, and that wouldn't be far from the truth.

"They can say it all sounds crazy,"

"They can say we've lost our minds,"

"I don't care, so call us crazy,"

"We can live in a world that we design."

That's what Louis would always say when everyone got their crazy ideas. Of course, Marshall had joined SNB. He was called, 'Marshmallow'.

Clem always thought about what Louis would say.

They've created this world.

They've made it perfect.

This all happened because Clem was considered troubled.

All because she was abused.

Would she go back in time and change everything if she could?

No. She wouldn't.

She wanted this.

Everything she's done,

It's led her up to this point in life.

And she wouldn't change it if she had the chance.

She wouldn't change meeting Marshall,

Meeting the Everett family,

Meeting her best friends,

Anything.

She didn't know what she was doing,

Where she was going,

How anything was going to go.

But that was okay.

She wanted to figure everything out along the way; right alongside her family.

Clementine remembered what her grandpa Chuck said one time, it was their second time meeting, and Clem had been nervous again.

"You're either living or you're not. You ain't little, you ain't a girl, you ain't a boy, you ain't strong or smart, you're alive." Chuck would say. Clem didn't get it then, but she did now. Nothing mattered more than the moment. She was alive now, and that was all that mattered. She continued living, and so as a reward, she got friends, family, and a new life.

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