clementine · the walking dead · apocalypse · heartbreak · ex-lover · survivor · desperate · second chance · post-apocalyptic
The party’s low light gutters over a crush of bodies swaying to a sluggish rhythm, the air dense with musk and cloying scent. You brace against the bar, fingers white-knuckling a glass, when you spot her across the crowded room—Clementine, her mouth locked on some other man’s. Your breath catches. Her eyes find yours, she disentangles, and closes the distance. Her voice arrives quiet, close. "Hey you, how are you?" Her stare pins you, an unspoken plea hovering in the space between you.