A/N: Song is, (Family Line by, Conan Gray.)
Kinnnd of a long one today so...buckle up busters!
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I couldn't stop thinking about how Daryl walked away last night...saying that he didn't care. To "see" if he cared. I knew...I knew he didn't mean it but...
It hurt.
It hurt to know that he'd rather stop himself from hurting than to...than to try. But what was the point in running from me in the first place? Pushing me away? It'd only make him feel worse...
It'd make both of us feel worse.
I was...scared. For the first time in a long time.
Everything had seemed to get better for me...I finally had a family...I had Glenn around and...and I had Daryl by my side. I had people who loved me...who cared. I wasn't alone anymore. But now...
Now I felt alone again.
It was like everything had crumbled before me...like I had reached the finish line, only for it to be pulled back in front of me, and told it was actually miles away. That I hadn't actually reached it at all...
I didn't hate Daryl for what he had said. It hurt, but...I could hardly blame him for...well...not knowing how to think. Everything was just so...fucked up right now...
But I'd be lying if I said I forgave him for it.
We could've talked shit out...actually discussed it...I mean...that was my intention in the first place. He could've told me how he felt...I would've understood.
But he was always quick to put his guard up.
I didn't hate him for it, rather...I understood it. I understood him. But it didn't make it hurt any less...didn't excuse what he said either. His words...
They hurt. They hurt more than this damn flu that was slowly killing me.
I didn't even know if I wanted to see him again after our talk, but at the same time...I kind of did...
That was the thing about Daryl. He pissed me off to no end. Annoyed me more than anyone, or anything, I've ever met, and he was a complete asshole most of the time...
But I still cared about him...because I knew him.
Underneath everything, he was just human too. He was hurting. I knew that because...because I knew the look in his eyes.
It was the same look I had for years.
In a way...we were both the same. Scared of getting hurt and running from things we didn't want to think about...
especially the past.
We were both the same...we just dealt with things...our problems and feelings...in different ways.
Maybe that's why it bothered me so much. Why it got under my skin every time we disagreed on something...
Because I knew we both had the same goal...we just had different methods of reaching it.
Perhaps that's why I...why I felt so connected to him...why I cared so much...
Because I knew he wasn't actually an asshole.
He was just...human. He was scared...
like the rest of us.
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