Violentine one-shots (The Walking Dead)

Chapter XLIV: I'm Loved.

*Clementine's POV*

Yet again, I'm awake at night.

3 am per usual.

Violet's not here.

She's 'out with her friends'.

I still haven't met them.

But I trust her.

Right?

I do.

She promised she wouldn't mess up.

I can trust her...

Right?

She's probably just...

Hanging out with Minerva.

They're really close.

But she promised not to mess up.

She said it wasn't her fault last time.

She promised she didn't kiss her back.

I can trust her.

Right?

She tells me she loves me before she leaves.

Before she sleeps.

Before I leave.

She loves me.

Right?

She married me, so she loves me.

The ring on my finger says we love each other.

She wouldn't let that go to waste.

We're high school sweethearts.

Been together since the middle of tenth grade.

She wouldn't throw that away.

Right?

The door opened.

She's home now.

Sloppily making her way up the steps.

A drunken mess.

It's probably just a mistake.

She promised she wouldn't drink anymore. 

She messed up one time.

I can still trust her.

Right?

She opened the room door.

Just standing there, crying.

She's not drunk.

She's crying.

She starts mumbling things to herself.

Is she okay?

I can't bother.

I'm pretending to sleep.

I don't want her to get upset with me.

"Clem."

I'm sleeping.

"Clementine?"

I'm not answering.

"Clem?"

She's sad, but I'm trying to sleep.

"I'm sorry Clem."

She's sorry.

"I'm not drunk, just so you know."

She sounds like she's telling the truth.