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❛ YOU PROMISED. ❜ 15. It's My Fault SEASON 02 EPISODE 10
The touch of warmth, his warmth, is the only thing that keeps me asleep and at peace, once that leaves me.. I wake. It's veryfast, like the snap of a finger. One moment I was sleeping, feeling comforted with his hand in mine, and next my eyes open while desperately moving my hand around to search for his. I miss him; immediately.. I miss him.
I yawn loudly while looking around the room for the brown haired boy. I huff, cracking my knuckles before stretching. A chill rolls down my spine making me shiver while tiny bumps scatter across my body. I blink, hard, crossing my arms and using my hands to make friction, running them up and down my cold skin.
"Carl..?" Another yawn escapes me, this time longer. I pinch my eyebrows when an answer isn't returned, just the ringing of silence.. as if no one was home. "Carl?" I question through the silence, this time my voice is louder, firm, and panicked.
No answer.
A eerie feeling crawls up my neck, causing me to shiver once again. I grip at the sheets laying beneath me, scared and alone; for a moment, I truly thought I was left behind.. this forces me to listen in carefully to the sound of anyone or anything. Slipping off the bed, I tiptop toward the door and press my ear against it with more than a million thoughts screeching throughout my mind. I wanted to believe my hearing was playing a joke on me, that it was flawed at the moment— something.
The group wouldn't leave me. Glenn and Carl wouldn't, would they?
Someone has to be here.
I push open the door, slowly, deciding against calling their names since I have yet to receive any response. A deep grimace stretches across my face as I creep down the hall, the numbing feeling in my arm begins coming back, but it's ten times worse. I hold out my arm, keeping it airborne as I walk, as if it's going to help, just praying the position would keep the pain at a minimum.
The sparse rumble of chorused voices breezes by my ears causing me to stand straighter and follow the sound— the den. I blink, squinting from the sunlight beaming past their windows.
Everyone stood outside, gradually stepping in the house. I swallow adeepbreath as my eyes land on him; shoving past the group of bodies attempting to stop me, I go straight for Glenn. His dark eyes finally find me and he parts his lips to speak, but it's too late, I embraced him quickly. Glenn's warmth, aroma, and touch.. I missed it all too much.
