✧ ཻུ۪۪. love is the most beautiful of dreams ,
and the worst of nightmares . . .
in which the quiet sister of lizzie and mika learns that to love deeply is to ache - that hurt is part of the package, and the beauty...
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THOSE FEW MINUTES OF BLOODSHED that Alexandria had undergone were possibly the most long, torturous moments for a particular individual in the community.
Carl Grimes was never primarily one to freak out, in situations like these. He had seen his fair amount of tragedy while growing up, and doing so, left him with this designated, more calmer response to such cataclysmic events. He had seen such carnage before, after all. Ranging from the abrupt death of Hershel Greene, Shane Walsh, and even his own mother's highly devastating passing. Events like this could, from his memory at least, stem all the way back towards a man named Dale, and his rather gruesome death. A loss of life that, while he thought about it, usually triggered his own sense of personal guilt.
Of course, he kept most of these tragedies to himself, due to the fear of how they would be received by others. Carl had thought he knew his father well, and from his own experience, he knew confessing about his own guilt to most of these deaths would simply be a thing the older man would push off. Both him, and Michonne, were almost always there to formulate some type of response in shifting the blame somewhere, anywhere, other than himself.
To be fair though, who would have the guts to tell a teenage boy that it was his fault that a man named Dale, his mother, and countless others were now dead?
Carl hated admitting it, but these same circumstances, sometimes, applied to Ella, as well.
It wasn't exactly like he minded, whenever she tried insisting that he was a good person. In fact, that same typical speech of convincing him otherwise, it had actually sounded rather nice, coming from her. It was a comforting thought, knowing someone he cared so dearly for never perceived him to be this monster, or some type of child soldier, like he imagined himself to be. It had almost made him feel normal again, before the entire world went to hell.
