"Falling in love. And say, it's crazy. Falling. You see? We don't say 'rising into love.' There is in it the idea of the fall." -Alan Watts
This isn't just some story where the boy and girl fall for each other, and everything is okay. It's a story w...
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My slumber was interrupted by an irritating alarm clock, followed by Rick's gruff voice.
"Carl, Skylar, come on," he quietly insisted, with a happy Judith in his arms.
I pulled the pillow over my face as the sun poured through the doorway.
"I don't want to get up," I jokingly whined, burrowing my head into Carl's shoulder.
"Me neither, but we have to," he chuckled.
He looked so much older now. His hair longer, his shoulders broader.
I crawled out of bed, got dressed, and holstered my gun. Carl's eyes were locked on my weapon. Ever since he shot the kid, he hasn't had his gun. Rick took it away.
"You'll get it back soon," I reassured him with a small smile.
We followed Rick out of the prison and made our way down to the garden. Michonne was on her way out for yet another run. She was convinced the governor was still out to get us, which was an excuse to find him. She walked the horse, which I named Rose, to the gate.
"Careful out there," Rick told her.
"Always am. Any requests? Books? Comics? Some stale M&Ms?" Michonne asked us, laughing.
"You're the one that likes stale M&M's," Carl laughed at her, making me chuckle.
"Try to find me a decent book? I've read all the good ones," I asked politely. She smiled and nodded at me.
"Then I'll definitely be looking for some. I'll look for some stuff you like, too," Michonne told Rick.
"Why don't you wear your hat anymore?" She asked Carl.
"It's not a farming hat," he simply replied.
"See you soon?" He asked her.
"Pretty soon."
I sent her a small wave as she mounted the horse and left the fence's perimeter. We arrived down at the vegetable garden, and Carl held the bucket for Rick.
I stayed at the pen with the pigs. I have a love for animals. Lily lay on her back, expecting me to scratch it. I giggled at her, scratching her stomach, making her snort.
