Losing Hope *EDITING*

Chapter 14; Claire Curvel

I sat quietly in the hallway, my back pressed against the cold wall as I stared at the door that was closed where Randall was.

Hershel wouldn't let me in. Said he was knocked out cold and I didn't want to see Randall in the state that he was in. I was thankful he was still alive, but Hershel said there's still a slim chance that he'd be keeping that leg.

I sighed -shaking my head as I hugged my knees to my chest tightly.  My chin rested on my knees, my mind wondering back to Glenn. Guess he wasn't so bad now that I think about it. He protected me at the bar and even helped me tie Randall's leg up tight enough. I don't really understand him if I'm honest, but I'm glad I have him around.

I closed my eyes tiredly -wondering why Glenn froze up yesterday night when he got shot at. Was he scared?

I sighed loudly, hearing footsteps approaching me. I opened my eyes, tilting my head up to see Glenn. I quickly looked away, my face heating up. He sat down next to me silently, his shoulder touching mine and his right knee against mine.

  "Carol and Maggie have some breakfast ready downstairs," he implied.

I nodded and kept my eyes on the door in front of me. "Glenn, can I ask you something?"

I could see him nod from the corner of my eye. "Why didn't you say anything when Rick asked if you were shot back at the bar?" I questioned.

I turned to look at him, watching as he pursed his lips. I couldn't read his expression, but I know my question hit a nerve. "I froze."

  "Why?"

Glenn cleared his throat, looking at me with seriousness. "I couldn't.... a bullet hit the wall behind me and I hid. I froze as I thought about you Claire," he replied. "I couldn't handle the thought of it."

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. "I don't think I understand," I mumbled.

Glenn shook his head, groaning as he stood up. "I couldn't handle the thought of leaving you alone in a world like this without being there to protect you," he clarified, his voice coming out harsher than I think he meant to.

He turned from me and began to walk away. My eyes widened in realization, standing up and making my way to him quickly. I tugged on the back of his shirt, gaining his attention enough for him to stop. "Glenn..." I drawled out slowly. "Glenn what are your feelings for me?"

He turned around, a small blush on his cheeks as his eyes stared into mine intently. I felt my face heat up -not being able to break away from his gaze.

Glenn shook his head, leaning down and placing his lips on mine. I tensed up, having no idea what I was supposed to do. That didn't stop him though as he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me against his chest, his lips moving against mine slowly. 

What am I doing? I pushed at Glenn's chest softly, taking a step back from him as my heart beat picked up a mile a minute. My eyes flickered across the floorboard, a million thoughts running through my head as I couldn't find the courage to look up to Glenn's face. 

  "Now do you get it?" Glenn asked softly, his breathing heavy. I opened my mouth to say something, but nothing came out so I opted on closing my mouth back. "Come with me," Glenn demanded, grabbing my hand and pulling me along behind him. 

We walked down the steps and out the house, letting me barely notice the smug look on Maggie's face as we passed by her. I bit down on my lip in confusion as Glenn guided me over to a tent, unzipping it and holding the flap up for me to go in first.

  "Glenn why are we going in your tent?" I questioned, noticing some of the clothes he has wore scattered on the homemade cot.

"To talk," he answered simply.