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.・゜-: ✧☾ ☽✧ :-゜・.
She couldn't stop shaking.
Stella sat inside the car, resting in Levi's lap with blood and sweat covering her skin. Her hand was wrapped around Levi's and all four doors were locked, still she felt no sense of security.
Her eyes were puffy from the lack of sleep and the crying. Neither of them had managed to get a minute of sleep. The fear and horror from last night had forced Stella awake and she doubted that she would get any more sleep in a good while. Levi had stayed up, watching her trembling body and the ragged breaths she would take. Even though they had murdered everyone in Joe's group, he wasn't going to take any more risks. He was never letting her out of his sight again.
The sun was now rising and they were planning to leave as soon as possible. Rick and Daryl were talking outside as Carl and Michonne had taken it upon themselves to pack up their supplies.
Stella and Levi hadn't said a word to each other since they reunited. In fact, Stella hadn't said a word to anyone. She was afraid that any word leaving her mouth would release a river of suppressed emotions.
She gave up on trying to fall asleep and sat up, leaning her elbows against her knees as she dragged her hands over her puffy face. Levi stared at her with concerned eyes, worried that she might break down any minute. He placed a warm hand on her lower back making her turn to face him.
"Hey." He whispered softly.
"Hi," her voice was weak and croaky.
"How are you?" He knew that it was a stupid question to ask someone who had gone through what she had just done last night but he wanted to show her that he was there for her in any way possible.
Stella's gaze met her shoes, that somehow had managed to get blood stains on them. She sighed as she shook her head. "I- don't." She stumbled over her words in an attempt to break the silence. "I'm okay now that you're here."
Levi send her a sad smile, knowing that she was more broken from the night's events than she was leading on.
Stella swallowed hard as she intertwined her hand with Levi's, warm and comforting hand. "I can't believe you're here." The girl shuddered, despite being draped in Levi's jacket.
"Me neither," Levi said. "It thought you died." His voice broke as he uttered the last words, feeling the pain and grief wash off him.
Stella locked her gaze with his as she listened to him continue to speak. "I watched you get shot. I watched you die. I couldn't find your pulse. I should've never left you. When I came back..." his voice was thick with suppressed tears. Stella watched his chin tremble slightly as he spoke. "I thought they blew you up. I watched them do it."
Stella clung to his hand even tighter and placed their united hands in her lap, moving closer to the boy.
"I don't know what I would've done if I didn't find you," Levi said except he knew exactly what he would've done if he didn't find her. He would've given up, taken the easy way out like a coward. He knew that it would've been selfish but he wouldn't be able to live without her.
