[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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tw: mentions of abortion.
season 4, episode 2 (part 1)
It was late at night when we arrived back at the prison, my injured leg was fixed up by Hershel as soon as I arrived.
Rick ran right up to me, crushing me into a tight hug, whispering into my ear how he'd never let me out of his sight again.
That night I barely got a wink of sleep, the same gnawing feeling tearing up my insides. And that feeling had lasted until this morning, where I was now sat outside, the morning sun barely past the horizon.
Daryl had told Beth about Zach's fate, and from what he told me, she didn't even flinch at the news.
Loss wasn't something we were new to, we struggled with it each day. It was just alarming how numb we were getting to the thought of it, to the feeling of it.
That night I reminisced on my last life, I reminisced on my life a few months ago. I mainly thought about Lori, and how her death had impacted so many of our lives in both negative and positive ways.
The only positive outcome was, of course, Judith. She was the biggest gift of all, she was one of the best things to ever happen to me— I'd do anything for her without any questions.
But I couldn't help but miss Lori, wanting nothing more than to hear her voice– even if she yelled at how I would be a terrible mother.
I didn't need anybody's help, besides hers. I needed her help. I needed to talk to her, to figure out what to do. But she wasn't here.
So, as the warm morning sun shone down on me, I slowly limped down the gravel road and toward the field, the field where we buried our loved ones.
My feet came to a halt at the sight of Lori's grave, her wooden cross slowly rotting away. But it didn't change the fact that Lori's soul was laid to rest here, or I'd like to think that anyway.
I slowly lowered myself into the wet grass, not caring whatsoever about mud or wet grass sticking to my jeans. My hands were placed into my coat pocket, my eyes tracing the 'L' shaped rocks that truly confirmed this was Lori's grave.
A heavy sigh filled with my internal turmoil filled the air, causing a soft mist to float. I smiled at the sight, rubbing my freezing hands together in my coat pockets.
"Uh... hey, Lori," I awkwardly breathed out, biting my lower lip in slight embarrassment.
It had been a while since I last spoke with a grave, which was with Myles— right before I took off to Alexander City, Alabama.
