Violentine- Forever and Always

Ghostly Love

A/N: Hey guys, this is part two of " A Story That Didn't End." Written by EdgyMeow and CO. written by me. But I owe them all of the credit for the idea. EdgyMeow wrote most of the story I just added a little detail to make it longer for y'all. Thanks for the comment that started all this. :)

Clem's POV:

I groan as I push my key into my lock, sluggishly walking into my home after a long, hard, and tiring day at work. As soon as I shut the door behind me, I want to fall to the floor out of exhaustion, but I don't. AJ will be home from school anytime now, so I need to make him his usual after school snack.

I walk into the kitchen, practically dragging myself as I carelessly toss my bag onto the counter, not caring about doing much more than making AJ his snack. I figured I'd just cut him up some apple slices and give him some peanut butter to dip in since I was tired and needed a nap. I threw together his snack, sitting it on the table where he usually eats at, and rub my face.

I remember that I had some paperwork to fill out, so I went to go get in my bag. As I get to the counter, I notice something that wasn't there yesterday. It was a folded piece of paper, my name was written neatly in blue ink on the front. I hesitantly picked it up, unfolding it with shaky hands.

I read the note. Not once. Not twice. But many times. Over and over.

Violet? As in Violet Adlon? Of course Violet Adlon, you idiot, she's the only 'Violet' you've dated.

The more I read the note, the more I realized she was right. We kinda did leave everything in the air. Never really gave ourselves a closure. Violet had moved away, being only a small reason we 'ended it'. The other being the fights.

Yeah, we fought a lot. A few sorry's were given at the end of each day, but words last a lifetime. Leaving scars to linger deep in the skin, things that could never be erased from the mind. We said horrible things to each other, things we can't take back, but neither of us meant them. How could we with what we had.

Ever since then, two whole years ago, I've overworked myself. Trying to keep that same blonde-haired girl out of my mind. Just pushed and pushed, trying anything and everything under the sun to get rid of her memory, but I guess all of the struggles were in vain. Because, really, I never got over her either.

My own emotions started to flood in like a tidal wave crashing over my mind, asking whether I should be happy, sad, angry, or confused. Or maybe all of them at once. She had tripped over my box of emotions with just one letter. We haven't even talked in person yet and she's already got me messed up, pulling at my heartstrings and my thoughts.

I realized I wanted something, too. What that something was? I wasn't sure.

I am sure, however, that this story should continue. The story will only end when we're dead. And then, a prequel will be made. It'll be called 'Ghostly love', because we'll love each other even after death. "Okay, Clementine. You're being weird. Just write your darn letter." I thought to myself.

I went into the office and grabbed a lined sheet of paper and a pen and just started writing everything that came to mind. All my thoughts and feelings, all my worries and regrets, all my hopes and dreams. I poured my whole heart out into that letter. Telling Violet how I really felt. Even if I didn't act like it, I wanted Violet back. I wanted to feel her soft, pink lips against mine. I want to hug her when things get bad. I want to laugh with her, AJ, and Tenn again. I want to spend my whole entire life with her. I want her. I've always wanted her and always will.

Since I didn't have a recent key to her house, I would have to send the letter to her.

I put the paper in an envelope and stuck a stamp with a bird on it to the corner of the envelope, having to go through the process of licking the nasty sticky part so it sticks. God, why couldn't AJ be here to do this for me? He loved to do it.

I took a deep breath as I wrote Violet's address on it. Luckily, she only lived about thirty minutes away, so it should take no more than a day to get to her. In the letter, I gave her my number, since I got a new one after our last fight. I told her what I wanted, and I told her that we could make it work out. We would make it work out. We had to. I needed her.

If she accepts or declines my offer, I won't know until I get a text. Whatever she chooses, I'll always love her. Just as I always have.

God, what I'd give to have her back. To go back in time and fix all of our mistakes, let her know just how much she meant or well, means to me. I love her. There is no denying it. I have always loved her. She's had my heart since day one. Ever since our first kiss shared on the bell tower at our old troubled youth school.

As memories do, they brought back more memories. Life at Ericson's, meeting new friends and being kids. It makes me wonder, whatever did happen to our small friend group? After we grew up, we all lost contact. All except me and Violet. But like most things, that fell apart too. My whole past was thrown away from a stupid fight. Though I think Violet still keeps in contact with Louis. I'm not quite sure what relations she has with our friends anymore after trying for two years to block her out.

But now, I wanted to fix it. To fix us. Get back in touch with our old friends, and maybe all catch up over dinner. That would be a dream. But one step at a time; I had to wait for Violet to respond first before fixing anything more.

That's when I heard the front door open and the call of a five-year-old boy.

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I sighed as I laid in bed, staring at the white ceiling as I tried to fall asleep. "Why could AJ fall asleep so fast? No fair. Stupid insomnia."

Suddenly, a ping of my phone made me jolt up. I quickly scrambled to get it through the dark, fumbling with the buttons to power it on. The light from the phone blinded me from the darkness as I tried to turn the brightness down. "God, even at its lowest brightness it's burning my eyes." But we'll worry about that later.

Right now, I have a text from 'Unknown'.

"Clementine? It's Violet. I got your letter, and I... I think I want this too. I never meant anything I said to you. I just want to love you, hold you, kiss you... We should try again. Start over. I can move closer to you, find our friends, we can be the kids we once were again. Happy. I really want this Clem. I've wanted it for two years now... I love you."

I felt my heart melt at that. God, I still did love Violet so much. I've wanted to hear those words for years. What Violet described sounded like a dream. A dream I couldn't have right now due to my insomnia and nervousness. "Yeah. Yeah, I'd like that. All of us... Friends... Me... And you... We can meet sometime soon, maybe..? Saturday, 2:30? We can go to McDonald's." I shot back my text, remembering how much Violet loved chicken nuggets when we dated.

I got a reply not long after. "I'm still in touch with most of them. I just need to find out where Ruby and Omar are right now in life. That sounds perfect. I'm glad we're trying to fix things." I smiled at the text, taking a deep breath as I prepared myself for the text I was about to send. "Me too. And..."

"...I love you, too, by the way."