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Nick heard the door close and rubbed his eyes, "Luke get the fuck out!" Nick's back was turned towards me.

"It's me," I responded.

"What do you want kid?" Nick was obviously irritated from his and Luke's argument.

"I wanted to check on you," I looked at him nervously, "How are you feeling?"

Nick sighed, "How would you be?"

The way I was. I took a small step closer to him, "What was that about? With Luke?"

"Luke's acting like an asshole," Nick shrugged

I just nodded, "How are you feeling?' I repeated, "You didn't really give me an answer.

"Everything's just so-," He began but trailed off, "Nothing just... forget it."

I think it was right then when it struck me. Nick is probably feeling the same way I felt all those months ago. That morning after I shot Lee. Asking myself whether I did the right thing or not. Questioning how I should be acting or if I need to move on. Feeling hurt, sadness, confusion, and emptiness all at the same time. It's a painful emotion. I don't want Nick to go through this alone. I think that's why it's taking me so long to get over Lee, why I'm still not over Lee. I wont open up to anyone. I forced myself to go through pointless, multiple stages of hating myself for what I did, and why I did it. And as a result, I've become different. I forced myself to feel pain that in the long run was unnecessary and I began to question everything I do.

"It's not your fault," I said a little quietly. Nick now faced me with a expression on his face that I couldn't read.

"What do you mean?" He asked.

Knowing Nick, he most likely blames himself for his moms death, He blames himself for everything, "It's not your fault," I repeated.

"It's not my fault," He shook his head before he walked up in front of me and crouched down to my height, "Let me ask you something. Have you ever had to kill somebody you loved?" Yes, "Have you ever just made one mistake that changed everything in your entire life?" Yes, "Have you ever just felt like such a worthless person that everybody would be better off without you?" Yes.

The answer to all those questions were yes. I wanted to tell him everything, right there and then. But this, what's happening right here, isn't about me. It's about him, "It's not your fault," I said for the third time.

"Clementine!" I heard him get angry, "You know what? I bet you don't even understand! You're not as clueless as Sarah, but you don't get the hardships of whats happened! My guess is that other people had to work for your safety, that other people died for you! You were probably a problem for other people and that's why you were left alone!"

I swallowed. What Nick was saying to me hurt. It hurt, but I knew he didn't mean it. He was angry. He's in a horrible place right now and if I help him than he wont leave that place with a cold feeling. When people do this alone they change. I don't want Nick to change. I like Nick the way he is. His uncle and friend should be the one to try and do this for him, but I'm willing.

He didn't expect it (And neither did I) when I wrapped my smaller arms around his neck. I placed my lips next to his ear and repeated what I said before, "It's not your fault." Nick resisted the hug and comfort I offered. But every time he made a move, my grip on him would just tighten.

" Clem!" Nick growled but I could hear tears in his voice, "I don't know why you waste all this time believing in me, putting all your faith in me, giving into the hope that I'll be fine! I really wish you'd stop because dammit I am not worth it!"

I took a breath in and a breath out before repeating, "It's not your fault, Nick." I don't know if it's because of the hug or what I was saying, but Nick just burst into sobs. Instead of trying to push me away, like he was moments ago, he wrapped both his arms around my midsection and squeezed me harder than he ever has before. His face hid in the crook of my neck and I used one of my hands to rub his back. I let him bawl into my shoulder. He soon quieted down, but his body began to rack every now and then.

"Dammit Clementine!" He stayed in his place and cried. Tears began to soak my shirt.

"It'll be okay," I assured him.

"It wont be okay."

"It will be."

He shook his head, "I have no idea how you've made it this long. You're just too innocent."

I let out the breath, now ready to confess everything, "I didn't."

"What do you mean?" He sniffed. He was still on the verge of tears, but I wanted him to cry. I want him to let everything out, to have a moment when he can just take time to feel sorry for himself.

"The day we met, the day you found me," I started, "I had to kill two people," After i said that he began to rub my back the same way I rubbed his, "They were my first two kills," I continued, "The first one was a man who I left with, in hope that he knew were my mom and dad were. He tried to kill my friend Lee. He was choking Lee and I panicked. I picked up my gun and shot him through the head. I pulled the trigger and his body went limp, just, he was dead. He was dead because of me." I felt my own tears well up in my eyes and Nick squeezed me slightly tighter, indicating that he understood, "After I killed the man, Lee and I smothered ourselves in walker guts. We ha to walk through a lot of Walkers in order to leave and it turns out that they can be fooled by smell. We didn't get very far until I saw them. My parents, they were... dead. They were one of those things that ruined people's lives. That eat other people and turn them into more of them!"

"Clementine," Nick said, still teary, "You don't have too-"

"Please, let me?" I shut my eyes as images of the past played in my mind, " Lee past out. I didnt know what to do. It was hard, but I grabbed him by his shirt and dragged him. I dragged him until i found a jewelry store. I was so convinced that we were safe. That We could get on the stupid boat and leave and I could try to forget what I had just seen. When Lee woke up i was so relived, but then, he told me he was bitten! He was bit while trying to find me. When I asked him what I need to do, he told me to shoot him. He said that Omid and Christa were by the train, and that I could survive. That I would, 'See some bad things, but it's would be okay' after we said goodbye, I raised my gun up, and... I..."

"Shh," He hushed me and tears rolled down my cheeks, "I'ts alright." He said, now being the one to comfort me.

"We'll be okay," I said as we both cried, "I promise Nick, we'll be fine!"

He nodded, "You're right. I know we will," I listened to his voice and it sounded as if he were trying to convince himself.

"I miss Lee," I said.

"I miss my mom," He responded. A small silence took place before he asked, "Is Lee the reason you have those bad dreams?" I nodded in response. He mumbled an apology. Part of me felt sad about this. I feel a bit exposed now that Nick knows about the man I once adored. But, if anyone had to know, I would want it to be him. I'm glad I have this off my chest. After several more minutes of hugging we separated and we both wiped our bloodshot eyes. I looked to the door.

"Do you want me to leave?" I questioned. Nick will still need time, but I'm happy to offer anything he needs. His gaze also fell to the door.

"Do you want to leave?" He asked, leaving me with an option.

"No," I said, "What if I have a nightmare?" I came up with an excuse. He just nodded and awkwardly patted me on the shoulder. His eyes were still red, I'm pretty sure mine were too.

I opened my eyes only to close them again from the sunlight hitting them. I lifted my arm to block the gleam of light, only to hear a sleeping sound next to me. I turned my head and saw Nick close by, fast asleep. He stayed this time. I smiled, glad that he hadn't moved after I passed out. Taking advantage of the moment I turned and snuggled closer. I rested my head against his chest, like i would with Lee, and grasped a handful of his shirt. Still asleep, he accidentally moved one of his arms around me, as if we were hugging. I just stayed like that for a moment before waking him up.

"Nick," I shook him gently. His eyes opened, the sun having the same effect on him and he instantly covered his eyes. He sat up and yawned.

"Hey Clem," He smiled at me, "What time is it?"

"I have no idea" I smiled and shrugged.