chapter sixty-nine:
❛ decisions, decisions ❜

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Clementine's footsteps echoed in the quiet of her bedroom as she paced back and forth, the floor creaking under each step. Her mind felt like a tornado of conflicting thoughts, swirling and clashing with each other, refusing to settle. Every few minutes, she would run a hand through her hair, then cross her arms over her chest as if to somehow hold herself together. She glanced at the clock on her nightstand. The seconds felt like hours, and the hours felt like days. It had been a week, a whole damn week of sleepless nights, restless days, and constant internal battles. The decision she needed to make-deciding what path to take this summer-was eating at her from the inside out.

On one side, there was basic training for the military, a structured, disciplined world that promised her a sense of purpose and stability. She had always admired the idea of pushing herself past her limits, testing her strength and resilience. Growing up, she'd seen a lot of people give up on their dreams and themselves, but basic training-it was a challenge that, in a way, felt like something she could conquer. It was something her parents, especially her father, would be proud of. She could imagine herself in uniform, carrying the weight of her family's expectations, the weight of her own desires to prove she could handle more.

But then there was the other side of the coin-the one that pulled at her heart in a completely different way. Karate. Robby. The idea of traveling the world with him, of competing together, of seeing the places they had always dreamed of but never had the chance to visit. She could feel the excitement stirring in her gut whenever she thought of it. Competing in world tournaments, battling fierce opponents, learning more about herself and the sport, side by side with Robby. The possibility of it was intoxicating.

And yet, with every passing day, the more she thought about it, the more it tore at her. The world of the military was so structured, secure-while the world of karate was passionate, free, unpredictable. One path was safe. The other was full of potential, but also risk.

"Why can't things ever be simple?" Clementine muttered under her breath, her voice rough with frustration.

From the corner of the room, Tyler watched her with a mixture of concern and mild amusement. He was propped up on her bed, his good arm resting behind his head while the injured one was in a sling. His eyes followed her movements as she continued to pace back and forth, her brow furrowed, her lips pinched tight. It was almost like watching a tornado in human form. Tyler had been quiet, letting her process everything on her own, but it was getting to be too much.

"Clem," Tyler said after a few moments, his voice low but firm. "You've been pacing for an hour. You're gonna wear a hole through the floor at this rate."

Clementine stopped abruptly, her hands falling to her hips as she stared at him, unamused. "I don't need your sarcastic commentary right now, Ty."

Tyler raised an eyebrow, unimpressed by her reaction. "You think I'm being sarcastic? I'm being serious. You've been going in circles for days. You've got to make a decision."

"I know, but I don't know what to pick!" she snapped, walking over to the window and staring out at the street below, her hands running through her hair again in frustration. "The army-basic training. That's a future. It's a solid, responsible future. Something my family would be proud of."

"Then why don't you want it?" Tyler asked, cutting her off.

Clementine was quiet for a moment, staring out at the empty street. "Because it's not... me. Not all of me." She sighed, dropping her head. "I could do it. I know I could. I'm strong enough. But every time I think about it, it feels like I'm walking away from something. It's like I'm just doing what's expected of me, not what I actually want."

Tyler sat up straighter, eyeing her carefully. "Okay, but you're not just doing it for your family, right? You're doing it for yourself."

She looked at him, eyes narrowing. "Yeah, but-"

"Let me guess," Tyler interrupted, "Then there's Robby, and the karate tournaments. The chance to go around the world, live your dream with him." He tilted his head. "That's where your heart really is, huh?"

Clementine bit her lip, caught off guard by his insight. She shrugged, but it was weak, almost like she was trying to convince herself. "Yeah... It's just, it feels like I'm giving up on a chance to make something bigger of myself. But when I think about traveling with Robby and competing..." She trailed off, looking at the ground, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "It sounds so right. But the military... It feels like it's my duty. Like I need to prove something, not just to my family, but to myself."

"Then prove it to yourself," Tyler said, sitting forward with a serious look. "But, Clem, you're not just doing this for the sake of doing something hard. You have to pick the path that excites you, the one that makes you feel alive. The army might give you discipline, sure, but it won't give you joy."

Clementine's brow furrowed, her eyes darting between her brother and the floor, lost in thought.

"You've always been about challenges, Clem," Tyler continued, his voice gentler now, "But challenges should make you feel something beyond just grit. You've gotta ask yourself-what makes your heart beat faster? What makes you excited to wake up every morning?"

Clementine crossed her arms, almost like she was trying to hold herself together, but it wasn't working. Her chest felt tight, and her head still throbbed. "But what if I make the wrong choice? What if I regret it? What if..."

Tyler sighed, shaking his head. "You'll always wonder, Clem, if you don't just pick something. But, trust me-you already know what you want. And it's not basic training. It's not the military."

She stood still for a long moment, her body tense. Slowly, her breath came out in a long exhale, and she ran a hand through her hair, the weight in her chest easing just a little.

She walked over to the bed and sat down, resting her head in her hands. "I'm so scared, Ty."

Tyler's voice softened. "I know you are. But I also know you're not scared of what you want. You're scared of choosing it. But you don't have to be. Pick the path that makes you happy, Clem. Don't pick the one that just feels safe."

Clementine let his words settle in her chest. For the first time in days, she felt something shift, something click. Her heart was pounding in her chest, but it was no longer in fear. It was in recognition.

She nodded slowly, swallowing the lump in her throat. "You're right."

Tyler gave her a soft grin. "Good. Now, stop pacing before I actually get motion sickness."

Clementine chuckled, standing up and looking at him. "I'm going to go tell Robby."

Tyler smiled, settling back into the bed. "I'm proud of you."

Clementine gave him a tight smile before she turned to walk out of the room. She was finally going to make her choice. And it was going to be the one that felt right for her, the one that made her heart race with excitement, the one that included Robby.

This summer, she was going with him. She was going to travel the world, competing in karate, living the dream they had talked about so many times. She wasn't going to let fear or doubt take that away from her.

Clementine sat on the edge of the couch in the living room, her hands nervously gripping the hem of her jeans. The house was quieter than usual, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows across the room, but it felt like there was a storm brewing within her. Her decision had been made-at least in her heart-but now she had to share it with her father. Caleb had always been a man of few words, but when he spoke, his voice carried weight. He'd been a field doctor in the army for years, a career that had shaped him in ways Clementine sometimes struggled to understand.

She had always respected her father's work ethic, his dedication, and his discipline. But there had also been a distance between them, something unspoken, a sense of duty that loomed larger than family at times. Clementine knew that her decision would matter to him, that it would be something he'd take seriously, even if he didn't show it outwardly.

Her phone buzzed on the table in front of her, a reminder of the decision she'd made only hours ago. Robby's name lit up the screen, but Clementine ignored it for now. She had to focus on the conversation that was about to unfold.

"Clem?" Caleb's voice broke through her thoughts. He stood at the doorway to the kitchen, his expression unreadable. His strong hands rested on the doorframe, and despite his age, he still carried the aura of someone who had been through more than most. His short-cropped hair had grayed at the temples, and his uniform-the one he sometimes still wore when he had to go in for medical work-was still tucked in a corner of the living room, a reminder of his past life.

She met his gaze, her heart pounding in her chest. "Hey, Dad."

"Something's on your mind, huh?" he asked, his tone steady, but there was a softness to it that she rarely saw. She could feel the weight of his attention on her, the silent question in his eyes.

Clementine nodded slowly, trying to gather her thoughts. "Yeah... I've been thinking a lot about what I want to do this summer. About my future." She bit her lip, looking down at her hands, before meeting his eyes again. "I know you've always wanted me to be strong, to take the responsible path. I know you think the military might be the best way for me to... prove myself. But I've made a decision."

Caleb took a step into the living room, sitting across from her in the armchair. His eyes didn't leave her face, and she could tell that he was listening closely.

Clementine took a deep breath. "I've decided to go with Robby. We're going to travel the world and compete in karate tournaments." She paused for a moment, her voice barely above a whisper. "I'm not going into the military."

There was a silence between them-thick, heavy. Clementine felt her heart racing in her chest as she waited for her father's reaction. She hadn't been sure what to expect, but she'd prepared herself for the worst. She had seen the pride in his eyes when he talked about his time in the army, the way he lit up when he spoke of his accomplishments, the sacrifices he'd made for his country. He'd always talked about duty, about loyalty, about giving your all for something bigger than yourself.

But now, it felt like everything she had been taught was suddenly being challenged. Would he understand? Or would he be disappointed?

To her surprise, Caleb didn't immediately speak. He leaned back in his chair, folding his arms across his chest, and let the silence stretch for a few moments. Clementine couldn't read his expression-his face was neutral, his eyes focused on the floor as he processed her words.

Finally, he spoke, his voice calm but steady. "You've made your choice, then."

Clementine nodded, her throat tight. "Yeah. I'm choosing something that makes me happy, Dad. Something that feels right."

He exhaled slowly, his gaze lifting to meet hers. His eyes were no longer cold, but thoughtful, like he was taking her words into account in a way he never had before. There was a flicker of something in his expression-a quiet pride, but also a quiet understanding. It was different from what she'd expected, but it was there.

"Clem," he began, his voice slower now, more deliberate. "I've seen you struggle with this decision. I know it hasn't been easy for you. You've got a lot of responsibility, a lot of weight on your shoulders, and I know I've always told you that duty comes first. But I think you've learned something over the years. You've learned that duty... doesn't always look the same for everyone."

Clementine's chest tightened with emotion, and she blinked rapidly, trying to keep her composure.

"You've seen me, Clem," he continued, his voice quieter now. "You've seen the way I had to put everything else aside for the army. And that's what I thought you needed too-discipline, responsibility, sacrifice. But I see now that you don't have to take the same road I did. You've got your own path to walk."

Her heart swelled in her chest, the emotions threatening to burst through. "You don't think I'm making a mistake?"

Caleb smiled, but it was a small, knowing smile. "I think you've thought long and hard about this. And I trust you to make your own decisions. I may not agree with everything, but that doesn't mean I don't support you. You've got your own strength, your own purpose. And you've got Robby by your side, which isn't nothing. I'm proud of you, Clem. Proud of the woman you've become. You don't need the army to prove that."

A lump formed in her throat, and she could feel the tears pricking at her eyes. She didn't know what she'd expected from her father, but this-this was more than she could have ever hoped for.

"Thanks, Dad," she whispered, her voice breaking slightly. "I needed to hear that."

Caleb leaned forward, his expression softening further. "I'm always here for you, Clem. Whatever you decide, wherever you go, I've got your back. Always."

Her eyes softened as she stared at him, feeling a weight lift from her shoulders. The fear, the doubt-it started to fade away, replaced with the sense of calm she'd been searching for all week.

"I'm glad you're proud of me," Clementine said quietly, a small smile on her lips.

"I've always been proud of you," Caleb said simply, his voice thick with emotion. "But it's time you walk your own path. And I know you'll do great things, whether it's in the military, in karate, or wherever life takes you."

Clementine nodded, feeling more certain now than she had in days. "Thanks, Dad. I really needed that."

Caleb gave her one last smile before standing up, walking over to where she sat. He placed a hand on her shoulder, squeezing it gently. "Go follow your dreams, Clem. Go do what makes you happy."

With those words, Clementine finally felt the clarity she needed. The decision she had made felt like the right one now-no more fear, no more doubt. She was going to follow her heart, and for the first time, she felt truly supported by the man who had always been a figure of strength in her life.

"Thanks, Dad," she said again, and this time, the words felt like a promise-not just to him, but to herself. She was ready to go after what she truly wanted. She was ready to embrace her future.

Clementine stood in front of Robby's apartment complex, her heart pounding in her chest. The decision she had made earlier that day still felt surreal. She had spent weeks-maybe even months-wrestling with the two opportunities in front of her, each one offering something she needed. But it was clear to her now, more than ever, that the right choice was the one that would keep her close to Robby. She was going to go with him. They were going to compete in karate tournaments together. The thought of traveling the world, of sharing those experiences with him, made her heart swell with excitement.

She took a deep breath, adjusting the strap of her bag over her shoulder before making her way inside. The familiar scent of the building's hallways-mildly musty with a hint of pizza-greeted her, and she followed the usual path to Robby's door.

As she stood in front of it, she felt the flutter of nerves again, but this time, it was different. It was anticipation. She knew that the conversation they were about to have was important, but it was also one that would solidify their future, and that thought made her smile. She raised her hand and knocked twice.

The door opened a few seconds later, and Robby stood there, his usual grin lighting up his face. But today, there was something different about him. His eyes sparkled with a mix of mischief and relief, and he looked a little less restrained than usual.

"Clem," he greeted her, his voice warm and genuine, "I was wondering when you'd get here."

But it was then that Clementine's gaze dropped to his leg. Her breath caught in her throat. Robby wasn't sitting on the couch like he usually did, with his leg propped up on a pillow and a cast weighing him down. Instead, he was standing-really standing. He had a boot on his foot, but the cast was gone, and his knee was clearly in the process of healing.

"Oh my god," Clementine whispered, her heart leaping into her throat. "You're walking!"

Robby chuckled softly, the sound a little laced with pride. "Yeah, well, I'm not running any marathons just yet." He gave her a playful wink, but his grin faltered when he saw the concern in her eyes. He took a step forward and gingerly placed one hand on the doorframe to steady himself, his knee not quite as strong as he'd like it to be but strong enough to hold his weight.

"Are you okay?" Clementine asked, her voice filled with worry. "I mean, should you be walking like that?"

"I'm good," Robby said, his voice steady and reassuring. "The doctors cleared me. They said I need to wear the boot for a little while longer, but the knee's healing well. I won't be doing any high kicks just yet, but I'll be back to my old self in no time."

Clementine let out a soft laugh, a mixture of relief and happiness flooding her all at once. "I can't believe it," she said, shaking her head. "You're really walking again."

Robby laughed with her and held his arms out. "Well, if I'd known it'd take you this long to get here, I would've made sure to get better sooner." He then pulled her into a tight hug, his arms wrapping around her as he gently held her close.

Clementine's heart fluttered in her chest as she hugged him back, feeling the warmth of his body against hers. As soon as she felt his steadying presence, the nerves she had been carrying all day seemed to fade away, like they didn't belong here anymore.

After a long moment, Clementine pulled back slightly, her hands resting on his chest as she looked up into his eyes. "I made a decision," she said softly, her voice shaking with emotion. "I'm going with you, Robby. I'm going to compete in the tournaments with you. I want to do this with you."

Robby's eyes widened in surprise, the happiness in them quick to settle into something more intense. For a moment, he didn't say anything. He just stood there, staring at her, like he couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"You're serious?" he asked, his voice thick with emotion. "You're really going to do it?"

Clementine nodded, a small smile tugging at her lips. "Yeah, I'm serious. I've thought about it for a while, and it just feels right. I want to be with you, Robby. I want to do this with you."

Robby's expression softened, and without warning, he lifted his hand to gently cup her cheek. His thumb brushed across her skin, and the touch was so tender, so full of love, it made her breath catch in her throat.

"That's... that's amazing," Robby whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "I'm so glad you made this choice, but I would've supported you no matter what you decided. I mean it. Whether you went into the army or came with me, I would've backed you 100%. But this-this makes me so damn happy."

Clementine smiled, her heart racing as she took in his words. "I know. I know you would've, but it just feels like the right time. And I... I want to be by your side. Through everything."

Robby chuckled softly, his thumb still gently moving over her cheek. "I don't know what I did to deserve you," he muttered, more to himself than to her.

"You didn't do anything," Clementine said, shaking her head, her voice light. "You just... you're you. And I love you for that."

Before Robby could respond, Clementine's smile widened, and she wrapped her arms around him, pulling him into another hug. She could feel the weight of the moment in the way he held her, the way he didn't want to let her go. It was as if everything had led up to this point, this feeling of certainty.

And then, in the midst of her hug, she pulled back just enough to look him in the eyes, feeling a sudden wave of boldness take over. "And by the way," she said teasingly, "don't think for a second that I'm going to let you slack off in training just because you're walking again. You're gonna be back to your old self, and I'll be right there, pushing you to be better."

Robby raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at his lips. "You think I need pushing?"

Clementine laughed. "With you? Always."

Robby shook his head with a grin. "Well, if you're serious about it, then we're both gonna have to train hard, because I plan on kicking ass in every tournament. And I want you right there with me, so get ready to put in some work, Clem."

"Don't worry," she said, her eyes gleaming with determination. "I'm more than ready."

There was a moment of quiet between them before Robby spoke again, this time with more seriousness in his tone. "Thank you, though. For choosing this with me. I know it's not easy, but... I couldn't ask for anyone else to be by my side."

Clementine smiled at him, her heart swelling with love for the boy standing in front of her-the boy who had been through so much, and yet, here he was, still standing, still fighting. "You don't have to thank me," she said, her voice soft but confident. "This is where I'm supposed to be."

And just like that, everything felt right. Everything in Clementine's world fell into place. She had made her choice. She was ready to take on the world with Robby by her side.

"I love you," Robby whispered, his forehead resting against hers, his eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that left her breathless.

"I love you too," Clementine replied, her voice barely above a whisper as she leaned in to kiss him. The world outside, the doubts, the fears-it all faded away as they shared that kiss, knowing that together, they could take on anything.

Robby and Clementine were lost in each other, their world shrinking to just the two of them. The soft hum of music from Robby's stereo in the corner filled the background, setting a low, romantic atmosphere. Clementine's fingers tangled in his hair, her breath quickening as Robby's lips met hers, slow and gentle at first. The kiss deepened as Robby's hands rested on her waist, pulling her closer. She melted against him, her heart racing with every touch, every movement. The world outside of this room felt like a distant memory.

Clementine's hand wandered down his chest, feeling the warm, solid muscle beneath his shirt, the familiar beat of his heart steadying her own. Robby's fingers gently brushed her back, sending sparks of electricity all over her skin. Everything felt right in this moment. She could feel the weight of their choices, the decisions they had made, and the way their future together felt like an undeniable force drawing them closer.

But then, like a splash of cold water, Clementine's phone buzzed on the nightstand, interrupting their bubble of intimacy.

She groaned softly, pulling her lips away from Robby's reluctantly, both of them out of breath. "I swear, that phone's always the party pooper," Clementine muttered, her voice slightly breathless. She reached for her phone and checked the screen, her brow furrowing when she saw the name flashing.

"Julia?" she said, raising an eyebrow as she looked at Robby. Robby gave a small, surprised smile, knowing exactly who Julia was-Julia, the woman who had helped them land the incredible opportunity to travel the world, competing in karate tournaments. She'd been the one to put everything in motion, making their dreams feel like they could come true.

"Should we pick up?" Robby asked, a little mischievous, already knowing the answer.

Clementine glanced at Robby, her lips curling into a playful smile. "What if it's bad news?"

"Or good news," Robby countered, his hand resting on hers. "Either way, we'll deal with it."

Clementine sighed and swiped to answer. "Hey, Julia," she greeted, trying to sound casual despite the excitement building in her chest.

"Hey, Clementine! Robby!" Julia's voice came through the speaker, warm and enthusiastic as always. "I'm glad I caught you two. I know you've been busy, but I wanted to check in on you both."

"We've been good, just-" Clementine started but Robby cut in, his voice teasing.

"Getting ready for the big jump," he said, raising an eyebrow at Clementine, a smile playing on his lips.

Julia laughed lightly. "I know you two have been thinking about this decision for a while, and I just wanted to confirm something." Her tone shifted slightly, more serious now. "Are you both in? This is it. You're going to be competing, and we need to know if you're ready to commit."

Robby and Clementine exchanged a glance, their gazes locking as the weight of the moment set in. Robby squeezed her hand, giving her a soft nod, the excitement in his eyes matching her own. Clementine could feel her heart racing, the adrenaline kicking in as the reality of their decision hit her like a wave.

"We're in," Clementine said with conviction, a smile spreading across her face as she held Robby's gaze. "We're both in."

Robby nodded, his voice just as firm. "Absolutely. We're ready."

There was a beat of silence on the other end, followed by a satisfied sigh from Julia. "I knew it," she said, her tone filled with pride. "You two are going to be great. I'm glad to hear it. I've been keeping an eye on things, and I'm confident that you both have what it takes."

Clementine's heart soared, but Julia continued, her tone shifting into full-on business mode. "Alright, so your first competition is in two months. You'll need to be prepared. You're going to get on a boat that'll take you to Hong Kong for the competition. And once you're there, you'll train for two weeks before stepping into the ring. This is your chance to showcase everything you've learned, so you need to be sharp, both mentally and physically."

Robby and Clementine looked at each other, excitement building in their chests. The thought of being on a boat, training together in a completely new environment, and facing some of the best karate competitors in the world made their hearts race. They had worked so hard to get to this point, and now it was all becoming a reality.

"Hong Kong," Clementine repeated, her voice filled with wonder. "That's insane."

Robby couldn't help but grin. "We're gonna be competing in Hong Kong. That's... that's huge."

"I know," Clementine agreed, her eyes sparkling. "This is really happening."

"Exactly," Julia's voice came back, bringing them both back into focus. "Now, you both need to focus on training. It's not going to be easy. These competitors are top-tier, and they'll push you both to the limit. But I believe in you, I really do. So get ready, because in two months, it's go time."

"Two months," Robby said under his breath, his excitement palpable. "We've got two months to get ready. This is going to be the best summer ever."

Clementine felt the same surge of anticipation. She could already imagine the two of them training together, pushing each other to be their best, fighting side by side. The idea of competing on a global scale, the excitement of flying to Hong Kong, the thought of them as a team-it was everything she had ever wanted, and now it was within her reach.

"We're ready, Julia," Clementine said, her voice steady. "We'll be prepared."

Robby grinned and added, "You won't regret it. We'll give it everything we've got."

"I'm sure of it," Julia replied, her voice full of confidence. "Alright, I'll leave you two to get ready. Don't waste any time-training starts now. I'll check in with you in a couple of weeks to see how things are going. But remember-two months. Stay focused. You're gonna make a mark in this world, and it all starts with this competition."

After a few more words of encouragement, Julia ended the call, leaving Robby and Clementine standing there in a daze of excitement. The adrenaline was buzzing in their veins now, and they could hardly contain their smiles.

Clementine turned to Robby, her grin wide and her heart fluttering in her chest. "This is happening. We're actually doing it."

Robby laughed, pulling her into an excited hug. "I know. I can't believe it either. But this is everything we've worked for, Clem. We're going to Hong Kong. We're going to compete. We're going to crush it."

Clementine pulled back slightly to look at him, the excitement still evident in her eyes. "We're going to do this together," she said, her voice full of determination. "No matter what happens, we're in this together. Always."

Robby smiled, his hand finding hers and giving it a gentle squeeze. "Always," he echoed.

And in that moment, with the weight of the future pressing in on them, they knew that they were ready. Ready to take on the world, ready to prove themselves, and ready to fight-side by side-every step of the way.

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