Violentine one-shots (The Walking Dead)

Chapter LV: Feelings Are Fatal.

I know I've done something like this already. Don't slander me for being uncreative.  in this AU they are not together, but they're best friends.

Love is a strong word. Use it wisely. 

*Clementine's POV*

We were supposed to be going out today, but decided to stay at her house instead.

I got there an hour early, but only because I was done everything and wanted to spend more time with my best friend. 

I knocked on Violet's door, hoping she would answer.

But her mom did.

She was used to me coming over, so she just let me in the house without a word.

I didn't really expect her to create conversation... because she's drunk.

It felt different being here this time.

Like, the environment felt... sad.

Usually, walking up the steps to Violet's room, I'm happy, but this time I'm... scared. 

I knocked on her door and waited for a response or her to answer or something, but got nothing.

She would've told me if she wasn't home. 

I opened the door and looked around the room.

Empty.

Her window was open though, which meant she was on the roof.

I shut the door quietly and started making my way to where I assumed she was.

But I stopped once I heard a voice that was faint and quiet, followed by the sound of an instrument.

A guitar.

I sat on the windowsill and decided to listen instead of interrupting. 

"I'm happy for you, I'm smiling for you, I'd do anything for you, for you."

I know this song...

"It's always for you, and never for me. I need it to stop, so let me tell you, please."

Who's she talking about?

"I'm always sad and I'm always lonely, but I can't tell you that I'm breaking slowly."

Part of me wants to ask if she's okay, but... another part of me is telling me to listen more.

"Closed doors locked in, no keys, keeping my feelings hidden. There is no ease."

Is she saying she's struggling with something?

Just stop thinking and listen, Clementine.

"I need it to stop. I want to be able to open up but, my feelings are fatal... My feelings are fatal."

I could hear her voice cracking... I don't want her to cry.

I hate when she cries.

It does something to me.

What feelings is she talking about?

"How many times have I kept it inside? I need to let go and I swear that I've tried."

Her voice got weaker.

Just like mines does when I cry.

"But opening up means trusting others, and that's just too much, I don't want to bother."