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#69 walkingdead
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The last person you had expected to find at your door was Kyle.
Main reason being that he was supposed to be dead. He’d been in a bus accident, and was lucky or unlucky depending how you thought about it, not one of his fellow brothers that still had a bit of life in him when they managed to pull him out from the crash. Kyle had been dead the second the bus crashed and there was no saving him.
At least that’s what you thought.
That had been months ago. You still remembered the day very clearly. His mother, despite always hating you, had enough decency to call you herself and tell you the news. You remembered the sadness that had hit you, almost like a slap to the face, and the absolute heartbreak. You remembered sinking to your knees, all alone in your tiny little apartment, as reality hit you.
Since that day, you’ve mourned for Kyle. He was… everything to you. And life was tough without him, More than just tough. It almost seemed unbearable. You isolated yourself from everyone, stopped going to class because it was too hard to walk the walls of your college knowing that Kyle would never be able to again. All he’d worked hard to achieve had been taken from him in a matter of seconds.
There had never been a funeral for him. Especially because shortly after his death, his mother had also passed away. You didn’t know the details, you didn’t bother to find out. You knew it was wrong but you couldn’t help but feel as if that woman had gotten what she deserved. It had taken time but eventually Kyle had confided in you about what his mother did to him and it was always you he’d come to in the middle of the night when he needed to get away. It was you who held him as he cried. It was you built him back together after she tore him down.
So, in your mind, she deserved what had happened to her. The fact that she got to live while her son couldn’t seemed entirely too cruel anyways.
Yet – despite all that – here he was. Stood at your front door. You blinked once, then twice, and then once more truly believing this was just a dream; a figment of your imagination. Or you truly were going crazy. You wouldn’t doubt it either; given that you barely left home anymore except for basic necessities. That, and the fact that you were entirely and completely alone.
But then Kyle speaks, and his voice, the voice you’ve missed so very much, and it’s so entirely and surely him that you feel your knees grow weak beneath you. You can’t explain the way you feel, there is no word to describe what you feel. You know you’re shocked, in doubt, and maybe even a little angry. However most of all, you’re relieved, even happy. You can’t find words to say as Kyle simply stares back at you.
“I’ve… missed you, Y/N.”
And there’s just something different about him. Something wrong. You can pinpoint it, but something in the back of your mind tells you that this isn’t your Kyle. At least not completely. There was something… darker about him, less human about him. You figured it was his eyes, the way they almost seemed… sad; so very, very sad.
You pushed that all aside, however, because of the fact that he’s there and he’s stood in front of you. A step or two and you can touch him, pull him close like you’ve craved to for months know. You can feel his touch which you’ve yearned for so desperately since he’d died that night. Or, you thought he died.
Because, if he had, how was he here?
Deep down you knew there was something more to it. More to the story. Something that didn’t connect. And maybe that was the reason why he felt so different; looked so sad and lost and scared and–
But he was here, right?
You take a step forward, stepping out of the comfort of your arm as your hand inches upwards, slowly, almost hesitantly at first. Neither of you say a word as you gain the courage and strength to physically touch him. Kyle simply stares at you, not moving an inch as your fingers tips brush against the skin of his cheek first, and then you set your palm down and you felt him lean into your touch.
“Kyle…” His name leaves your lips in a choked cry, tears welling in your eyes as the situation becomes all too surreal.
Kyle’s wrapping his arms around you before you can say anything else. He pulls you close, a hand moving to the back of your head to cradle it as he buries his head into the crook of your neck. It’s clear by the way he holds and grasps for you that he’s missed you just as much as you had. That wherever he’s been hasn’t been easy. And he’d always come to you for comfort before, but for someone, he hadn’t been able to this time until now.
And you hug him back with just as much need. Because you’ve missed him too, more than words can describe.
However, you can’t ignore the way his arms feel different around you. Like they’re almost longer then you remember, Which in itself makes no sense. But his stomach feels different against your own as well. Leaner, harder, not the soft belly you remember him having. His shoulders are wider, broader. It just doesn’t feel like him; physically and spiritually.
When you lean back, though, it’s Kyle staring back at you. And despite the loss of shine and life in his eyes, they are his eyes.
You blame it all on the shock of it all. Of finally having Kyle back. You ignore your questions and concerns and instead just hold him tighter because this was something you’ve been craving for months. Not just anyone’s touch, but his. And who cares if it feels different? Because at the end of it all, it is Kyle. Your Kyle…
