[EDITING]
you took a polaroid of us,
then discovered,
the rest of the world was black and white,
but we were in screaming color,
and I remember thinking
are we out of the woods yet?
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GREENE FARM 📍
season 2, episode 12 (part 1)
"Dale could get under your skin." Rick's voice lowly said, my droopy eyes casted down at the grave below me. I was stood beside Rick and Carol, her hand resting on my shoulder in comfort. The morning sun shined down on everyone as they stood around the grave we had placed Dale in hours ago, the cold air piercing our skin in the process.
"He sure got under mine, because he wasn't afraid to say exactly what he thought, how he felt." He continued, my mind flashing with the memories of Dale trying his best to fight for Randall's life. My eyes fogged with small tears at the thought.
"That honesty is rare and brave." Rick voiced out strongly. Tears slowly streaming down my face as I stared down at the old mans grave. The man who had made such an impact on everyone's life, including mine.
"Whenever I'd make a decision, I'd look at Dale..." Rick croaked out sadly. My eyes tightly closed as more tears flowed through them, but I quickly snap them open once the clear image of Dale's blood covered body flashes in my mind.
I didn't sleep a wink throughout the night. As soon as Daryl put Dale down I stayed laid on the ground with Rick holding me, I didn't dare to uncover my eyes. Rick held me for what seemed like hours in the same spot until Daryl tried to take over, but I tore myself away and sprinted towards the house.
After I cleaned the blood off my hands and face I laid in my bed trying to shut my mind off, but when I tried to I could feel, see, hear, and smell everything that had happened to Dale. It repeated in my mind repeatedly. The look on his face as he cried in pain, my hands soaked in his blood, the unstoppable tears flowing down my face, the screaming. I could remember it all too well.
"He'd be looking back at me with that look he had," Rick slowly continued, pushing me out of my thoughts. My eyes blinked away from Dale's grave to look up at Rick, a small smile on his face as he remembered the good things about Dale. "We've all seen it one time or another."
"I couldn't always read him, but he could read us." He announced, his voice echoing through the air. As I intensely stared at the side of his face he turned his head in my direction, his eyes filled with sadness as he looked into my puffy, tearful, blue eyes.
"He saw people for who they were. He knew things about us," He spilled out hoarsely, his hand slowly moving to rest on my back in comfort. Carol's hand on my shoulder tightens a bit before she slowly lets go. I turn my head to see a small knowing smile on her face.
