Haiden:
Watching Clementine stand in the doorway, waiting to say goodbye, was so hard for me. Every part of me wanted to take her with me, but I couldn't. There were things going on that I knew would hurt her badly. And it was tied more to my life, to how I lived it now.
After my shower, I threw on a white shirt and gray pants, then slung my bag over my shoulder. The envelope sat snug in my pocket.
"Okay guys, take care of yourselves. We'll meet again," I told them, giving Yorick a side hug and trading a tight fist bump with Troy before pulling him into a hug. Then I walked over to Ian's bed and patted his shoulder. "Take care, man," I uttered.
Honestly, I wasn't upset that Clementine wasn't going with him. Although we all looked upset with Ian in the beginning, in the long run I realized it was better this way. She would be much safer away from him. Or maybe I would be less jealous if she wasn't staying with anyone else either.
