*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.
Her words aren't slurred and she's not talking nonsense.
"I'm sorry for everything."
She's sorry.
She loves me.
"I love you, with all my heart."
She loves me with every part of her heart.
"I know you're awake. Probably thinking that I'm out doing no good, but it's a lot more to it. I'm not doing anything bad."
She knows, but I'm still trying to sleep.
"I haven't cheated on you. You probably think because even after Minerva tried to kiss me and I'm still hanging out with her that I'm cheating... But I'm not."
She's not cheating?
She loves me.
"I never took your trust for granted. I promise."
She never breaks promises.
"I know what time it is. My car broke down. Not too many tow companies are open at 1 am."
She's not wrong.
The only one open around that time is almost halfway across the city.
"I love you, Clementine."
She loves me.
"I love you, so much."
She cares about me.
"Please, answer me."
I'm trying to sleep.
"Minerva isn't my friend anymore. She tried to kiss me again. I told her we can't be friends anymore."
She's considerate.
"I love you too much to throw this away."
She loves me.
"I wouldn't trade it for the world."
She cares.
"I love you, and I love you too much to hurt you."
She never hurt me.
I'm not hurt.
I know she loves me.
"I love you too."
I could feel my eyes burn with tears when I spoke.
"I won't ever go anywhere with anyone but you."
She's sitting on the bed, holding my hand.
"I know what it feels like to have my heart broken. I couldn't let you go through that. I barely made it out myself, I wouldn't dare allow you to feel that."
She really does love me.
Since I shed one tear, I can't stop.
"It's a shoulder for you to cry on right here."
Now I'm laying on her chest.
My eyes burn and I can't talk.
The tears are taking over.
"I'm sorry for making you feel abandoned."
I... She cares.
"I won't ever do it again."
I know she won't.
"I love you, Clem. I'm not taking you for granted anymore. I'm sorry."
"You're too beautiful, inside and out for me to not love you. You love me unconditionally and I treat you like shit. That's gonna change. Put your shoes and stuff on... We're going out to eat."
It's three am.
What food place is open?
"We can go to seven eleven... get your favorite, which I never forgot; pretzels with the cheese sauce... and a blueberry and lemonade Slurpee."
She remembers.
She cares.
I don't have to tell myself that.
She does.
She kissed my forehead.
"You're my wife... I guess that got to my head, but from now on, you're my most prized possession."
She'll treat me like gold.
"We can rebuild our relationship. It's not over. Not now, not ever."
She means it.
She's never said anything like this.
I smiled.
"Okay."
I didn't want her to regret her decision.
"That's all you're gonna say?"
She chuckled.
She's not mad.
"I'm down if you're down. So are you down?"
She knows I'm down.
Why is she asking?
"Yeah, I'm down."
I feel normal again.
I feel happy.
I feel... Loved.
"I'm sorry, Clementine."
"It's okay... We can fix this... together. I know we can."
"I agree."
She agreed with me.
Wow.
We're together again.
Not just in a relationship.
But together.
I'm loved.