i looked at him as a friend until i realized i loved him
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Fiona and Rosita went to Hilltop because Rosita had a plan to kill Negan. Rosita stole a gun from the junkyard and they agreed to get Sasha's help with it.
Rosita wanted to talk to Sasha because Fiona needed time alone with Glenn's grave. It was covered with flowers and rocks and also had Hershel's watch that he passed down to Glenn.
The cross laid perfectly above his grave while Fiona tried her hardest not to break down. Fiona ran her hand over the dirt made grave while she squatted beside it. Her shoes getting even more creased by the second while her ripped jeans began to stretch and rip even more.
Before Fiona could even process anything, tears started to drip down her cheek from her eyes. She tried to hold them back but she couldn't anymore. She started to sniff and breathe through her mouth it try and stop them but nothing was working.
She began to silently sob while her body started to shake so she held her face in her hands in a way to wipe the tears.
"I'm so sorry." Fiona cried, putting one hand flat on the grave to feel more connected to him. She wanted to feel his presence again. His lovely, gentle presence.
She wanted to see his bright contagious smile and hear his once in a lifetime rare but beautiful laugh.
He was a beautiful man with a beautiful heart. The way his black hair fell perfectly to the side or sometimes over his eyes. The way his eyes would sparkle when he looked at Maggie. The way his smile would make everyone laugh and copy his action.
Her best friend was gone. The one who she would treat as her son even if she was just a couple years older than him. The one where they would always have each others backs in anything no matter what was going on or if one of them was wrong.
Glenn Rhee was dead and there was nothing Fiona Andrews could do about it other than cry.
"You okay?" A familiar gruff voice rang in Fiona's ears. She wanted to turn around but she didn't want Daryl seeing how weak she was.
But Daryl knew she wasn't weak. She was the complete opposite. She just thought a lot of stuff she did was being weak when in reality, it was being a person.
"Yeah." Fiona's voice cracked a bit, she still didn't turn around to meet his eyes. She didn't want to. "Just needed a minute." Fiona didn't remove her hand from Glenn's grave at all.
The only way she would feel completely connected with Glenn is when she was around Maggie. Every time she was with Maggie her mind would play tricks and Glenn would suddenly appear beside her.
Maggie was her best friend. Glenn was her best friend. They were her best friends and she needed them. And they would always come around when she needed them. And she would do the same, probably more for them.
"I didn't know you were here." Fiona says, wiping the wet tears from her eyes and turning around, meeting eyes with Daryl Dixon. Her green meeting his blue.
