Tell Me You Love Me

Regret

'What the fuck did I do?' Negan thought to himself. 'WHY did I do this...I'm such a dumbass'

The woman across from Negan was still standing in the same spot, looking down at the floor. "W-who was that?" she asked hesitantly.

Negan took a deep breath before responding. "He...let's not talk about this right now. Just get dressed and I'll sneak you back out." Negan ordered with a low raspy voice. He was on the verge of tears.

The woman had gotten dressed and was waiting downstairs for Negan. Meanwhile, he was in the bathroom, staring at himself in the mirror. Tears rolling down his face, tickling at his lip.

Negan placed his hands on the bathroom counter and drooped his head down between his shoulders. 'What the fuck is wrong with me?' All he could feel was anger and regret building in him.

After a few deep breaths, which hadn't even helped calm him down, he turned on the sink and let the water run. Then rinsed his face off with ice cold water, increasing his heart rate slightly. He dried his face off, and was back at looking at himself in the mirror.

Negan's thoughts were drowning him. Without thinking, he punched the mirror, shattering it. Negan knew his anger was a problem, it always has been. The impulsive decisions he'd make when he was mad, he couldn't control most of the time. Since he was stuck in the apocalypse, he let his anger take control of him even more, thinking that it didn't matter anymore...but he would soon find out that it did.

Tears began to run down his face again as he raised his hand to see the damage he'd done. His knuckles were all bloody, with small pieces of glass impaled in them. The back of his palm had a few small scratches, but hurt like a bitch.

"Fuck" he muttered in pain. Negan quickly opened cabinets searching for some sort of gauze. Once he found some, he started to clean off his hand, wincing at the pain.

Negan wrapped his hand up after stopping the bleeding. Looking into the sink to find shards of glass from the mirror. Some of them tinted with his blood.

A few hours passed and Negan already snuck out the woman he was with. Now, he was back at home, still thinking about what he'd done. No, not punching the mirror...he was thinking about Rick.

Should he even confront him? Or should he leave him alone? So many options were crossing his mind, he didn't know what to do.

After a few bottles of some shitty beer, Negan decided to give Rick some time. Let him process everything. He doesn't want to even face Rick now, he's too embarrassed to. Filled with too much regret to even know what to say to the other man.

Negan knew he was sorry...but sorry wasn't going to fix Rick's heart.