The Paths That Tie (Clementine x Violet)

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WARNING: This chapter contains scenes that are not for the lighthearted or squeamish. I understand that this is TWDG fandom I'm writing for, but I also just wanted to give a heads up since the scenes I'm referring to are...definitely something else...

Regardless, I hope you've been paying extra close attention throughout the entirety of this story, because this chapter is about to be your payoff for taking note of those little details!

(Which means that this chapter is kind of girthy dialogue wise, so take your time reading this one!) 

(P.S: This chapter is meant to raise a lot more questions than answers. So don't fret if you get that feeling after this chapter...)

Enjoy!

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While the blood that was scattered on the ground was fresh, Clementine couldn't help but notice that it was already soaking into the cracks of the tiled floor. While it was unnoticeable from a normal perspective, the blood had trickled towards the back of the room, indicating that the room Clementine had found herself in was not completely leveled.

Even the smaller droplets of blood that had come from Marlon's body being dragged away had begun to gravitate in the same direction.

'Marlon's...body...' Clementine repeated in her head, astonished by how quick she seemingly had accepted his death.

Getting out of her own head, Clementine looked up to see that Lily was nearly burning a hole through Clementine's skull with the way she was eyeing her down. As if any movement was enough to give even the smallest bit of information.

Even though Lily was the one who wanted to talk to Clementine, it almost felt as though Lily felt threatened in her presence. Eventually, however, Lily began to speak as if the situation they found themselves in was completely normal.

"Before we get started, here. I'd hate talking to you if you felt as though you were being kept here by such excessive force." 

Getting up from her seat, Lily casually made her way over to Clementine, before untying the rope that had previously kept her hands tied to the table. While she had left the ties that kept her feet tied down, Clementine could feel as her body felt a lot more agile than before. It wouldn't be enough to completely leave the chair, but perhaps enough to stand up? Regardless, Clementine found herself unable to complain as it made any attempt for escape easier for her. 

"You know, I wasn't lying to you before when I said I saw similarities between the two of us." Clementine couldn't help herself, as her eyes instantly widened at the thought alone.

"I grew up with a similar mindset: success first, emotions later. My father was quite insistent on drilling this philosophy into my head from a very young age. For a while, I resented it. I loathed his harsh words, and the...things he would do in response to my rebellion. While I can appreciate his coldness now, for a good portion of my life, I hated the sort of pedestal he had put me on. I believed that as long as I had people to care about, who also cared for me in return, nothing else would matter. Once I would be of age, I would finally be able to rid myself of my father's influences and could live my own life.  However, as life is, I was soon awakened to the reality of life. It wasn't made up of fantasy and romance. Life was what you made of it since nothing good and pure could last forever. No friend stays around permanently, and no romantic relationship stays unproblematic. What does remain, is the work you put into life. The drive. The determination."