Clementine’s POV
I banged on the glass wall and called Vidor's name, but his head remained down. I banged on the wall louder and he remained motionless. Could Vidor be... No, he couldn't be dead.
If he was dead then I had nothing more to live for. When I had nothing his love and love for him had given me purpose. I had thought that it was all that I would ever have in my life and I was happy but I was a fool. I was a fool too think that after all these years there was even the slightest chance that I could be happy. That I would have a normal life. But never in my life had I been given anything at all.
This last chance was also being snatched away from me.
Everything had been taken away from me. My father, the one that I had loved and protected me from everything had been killed in by
