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Night came slow, very slow. And by the time it came Samantha felt exhausted. "God today's been stressful," she sighed. They had decided on sitting on the bleachers that still hadn't been given a place. "Really?" Daryl asked looking at her. She shoved her elbow into his side ignoring his rhetorical question. "I miss smoking," she sighed looking at the moon. "Why?" He looked at her looking at her eyes and her facial expression. "Good memories of it. When I was younger during the winter Amelia and I would exhale and pretend we were smoking," Samantha paused a smile taking over her face as she thought of the memory. "She would always do this little jump," Samantha moved her hand in a jumping movement.
"She was so giddy about it," Samantha wet her bottom lip her teeth coming across it. "And when I started smoking she would help me air out my room," she bit the inside of her cheek as she thought about it. "She's my soul mate," she whispered with a content sigh. After a long sweet moment of silence she spoke again, "Isn't it so pretty?" She asked looking at the star-filled sky. Her head turned to his as he smiled "Yeah," he nodded looking at her eyes. Her eyelashes were thick, he wondered if she ever wore make-up, only for the fact he didn't think makeup would make her any more beautiful than she already was.
She looked back at the sky, "Shooting star, make a wish." She closed her eyes as she made her wish and so did he. She turned her head to once again look at him. "What was you're wish? I don't believe in the bullshit 'It won't come true if you tell someone." She looked at him with a genuine smile. He found it nice, like a flower in the middle of manure. It wasn't often he saw it. "You go first," he spoke and she sighed looking in front of her. She started at the fence, "That the prison stays safe a couple more months," she wanted to not have to worry for the lives of the others. She wanted to be content for a little while longer.
"Now tell me," she started making little jumps in excitement. He let out a shuddering breath as he debated saying it, in truth he didn't know how to say it. He knew she would hate him if he said it and didn't explain. But he was nervous to say it, not only to see her reaction but because out of all the things he could've wished for he wished for "I hope you never get pregnant," he blurted out.
She looked at him in shock, "What?" she stared at him for a minute. He saw the tear fall down her face, "I," he didn't know how to continue. How to explain his insensitive statement. His body shook slightly as the words he said sunk into her brain. She wiped the tear as she stood up walking down the bleachers, "It's not like we're friends," she scoffed heading to A block. She held her arms as she walked and tears fell down her face. She hated how much his words had affected her. How much it hurt to hear him wish for something like that.
"Sam, no." He sighed heavily as he missed his chance to explain. "GOD DAMNIT!" He yelled before bringing his hands across his face. "Fuck," he whispered as he realized she probably hated him for saying that.
"Are you alright?" Rick asked noticing her tears. She shook her head he hugged her and she cried into his shirt. She gripped his shirt as she ignored anyone in the cell block. "What happened?" He asked not forcing her to leave the hug. But she didn't say anything, "You don't have to tell me," he rubbed her back until she pulled back. She headed into any empty cell laying on the bed, she gripped the pillow. She tried to force the pain away pushing it deep down. After a couple of minutes she felt the bed dip, and she heard a heavy sigh. "Damnit," he groaned his hands coming across his face.
