The only guy who can go from an adorable little snugglemuffin piece of shit to a killer in .3 seconds.
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Daryl walked down the busy city streets. He often found himself doing this. In the early mornings, mid-afternoons, even late at night, he would wander the streets, aimlessly wandering. The same words that Rand through his mind constantly ran through once more, as if they were taunting him.
If you get a second chance, don't screw it up. Don't be 'Kill them all Daryl'! It's not who you are!
He cleaned his fists together. What gave him the right to tell him that? Better yet, why would he sacrifice himself to save Daryl. He wasn't worth saving. If it were him in his shoes, he'd of said 'Fuck you all, save yourselves!'
Eyes fixated on the ground beneath his feet, he was unaware to the girl turning the corner in front of him. Their bodies collided and stunned back.
"Tch, idiot! Why don't you watch where you're going?" Daryl spat at the girl. He stopped and noticed the way she coward in front of him.
"I-I'm terribly sorry. Please, forgive me." Her voice was soft and fragile, wavering slightly. She bent down and began gathering the things that had fallen from her grasp.
Those same words ran through his mind once more.
Don't screw it up!
Sucking in a deep breath, he bent down with her. Her hand flinched back for a split second but continued to pick things up.
"No, Miss, it is I who should be apologizing to you. Forgive me." He stood back up, back straight, and placed the items in her hand. His eyes caught a glimpse of bruises up her wrists, then small cuts on her face.
"Thank you, sir." She flashed him a warm yet sad smile.
His heart skipped. Her eyes were a brilliant color of (color), drained of life. Even in her current state, she was gorgeous. He turned with her, watching her walk away from him.
"Wait!" He stopped and noticed that it was him who had said those words.
She turned back to him, giving him a questioning look, "Yes?"
He froze for a moment, unsure of what to say until it came to him, "May I know your name?"
"My name is _______ _______." She gave him another sad, empty smile, "What is yours?"
"My name is Daryl Yan."
She nodded and, once more, turned to walk away from him.
He watched her walk away, allowing the words to flow through his mind once more. This time, unbothering to him. Allowing of his life he was uncertain about things. Not knowing Wharton do, what to expect, and now. Now he was even more confused and lost. He wanted what was said to him. He wanted a second chance.
Was she his second chance?
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Love Shots
FanficBasically a bunch of one shots. it's called Love Shots because there are too many called one shots. Enjoy~
