THERE WAS NO explaining this feeling Roland was experiencing as he was sat inside his tent. His grip tightly wrapped around Dale's rifle and his fingers glossing over the wooden body of the weapon. Roland remembered bugging the older man about never letting go of the rifle like it was the last woman on the entire earth. And he would always get a sly smile back in return that would result in the pair laughing.
What if he was there? Could he have saved Dale? Where are they supposed to go from here? Would anyone be able to fill the spot Dale had secured himself as a human being? As a man who was just looking out for the ones around him? These questions littered the entirety of Roland's mind and he didn't know how long they would continue to sound off. But all he could do was come with the terms of the loss and move on. That's all they could do after all, just move on and do better.
"Baby?" The whisp of Beth's voice alerted Roland of his girlfriend's presence, looking up and smiling at the blonde. "Hey." He greeted gently as he placed the rifle beside him. Resting his eyes on it for a moment before looking away with a sigh. Beth watched him sadly before stepping inside. Seeing the large bruise on Roland's right shoulder as she took a seat beside him.
The cold weather had settled in a lot quicker than anyone had expected. It felt like it came in full swing the day after Dale had passed. Roland saw it as some sort of sign that Dale was punishing them or some shit that he probably didn't understand. He would never understand what went through that man's head half the time, and that was perhaps why Roland preferred hanging around with him.
Goosebumps littered Roland's bareback as Beth rubbed his warm skin softly. It may have been a small gesture, but it helped quite a bit for him. His hands cupped around his nose and mouth as he turned his head slightly to look at the girl. Those baby blue eyes piercing his and her tiny smile appearing. Knocking the little wall he built up- to hold back the words wanting to escape- down.
"He told me once that I would get the rifle after he died. Told me, 'out of everyone, you deserve it.'" Roland laughed as he rubbed his hands together. "I ain't done anythin' to deserve it." He muttered as Beth sighed lightly. He didn't question it when he felt her move behind him and wrap her arms around him. The warmth of her clothes giving his bare torso the warmth it'd been demanding for quite a few minutes.
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