❝HEARTBREAK IS ONE THING MY 𝗘𝗚𝗢'𝗦 ANOTHER❞
In which it no longer matters that Evangeline Waters was a hot shot lawyer with a nice apartment and the best daughter she could've asked for. Because if you don't know the right way to stab a dead...
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Lily navigated the uneven grass and patches of dirt, coming to a halt in front of the overturned bus that had become their lookout post. The bus loomed over her, its rusted metal and weathered paint bearing the scars of time and neglect. She called up to Daryl, who was perched atop the bus, scanning the perimeter with a focused, almost relentless gaze.
"Hey. Can I talk to you a sec?" she asked, her voice carrying a hint of hesitance. She watched as Daryl, stubbornly resolute, refused to acknowledge her presence, his attention fixed stubbornly outward.
"I'm keeping watch," he replied, his tone flat and distant, as though the view before him held more importance than the person addressing him.
Lily sighed, irritation edging her voice. "Oh, really? Here I thought you were just taking in the view," she said, her gaze falling on the jumbled metal parts and old gears that clung to the bus's underside. She gripped onto the jagged edges, using the scattered debris to help her climb up. The rusted metal was rough against her hands, but she managed to hoist herself up with Daryl's begrudging help.
"Thanks," she puffed, brushing off her clothes once she was atop the bus. Her eyes roved around the area, taking in the new, albeit uneasy, surroundings. "I gave Sutton her birthday present. I think Glenn and Maggie wished we'd thrown her a birthday party."
Daryl merely nodded, his expression unreadable. "I'll talk to her tomorrow," he said curtly, his eyes still not meeting hers.
Lily's patience frayed as she met his cold shoulder. "I know you're mad at me," she said, her voice tinged with frustration.
"Nah, I'm not," Daryl replied, the edge of his voice betraying his irritation.
"Okay, then why aren't you talking to me?" she pressed, crossing her arms and tilting her head to one side.
"I'm talkin' to you now, aren't I?" he shot back, casting a fleeting glance in her direction.
"Oh yeah, this is a very riveting conversation," Lily scoffed. "Daryl, I could've gotten hurt, I get that. But I did what I had to."
"Did you? 'Cause Glenn volunteered. Hell, Rick coulda gone," Daryl said, finally turning to face her. The frustration in his eyes was evident as he met her gaze.
"I'm faster than both of them, you know that. And it worked. I mean, look where we are. We can be safe here," she said, sweeping her hand to encompass the fences and the secured area beyond.
"That supposed to make me feel better? You could be dead right now and I should be okay with it because you got me behind a fence?" he asked, his voice cracking slightly with the weight of his worry.
"No. No... I, I get why you're upset. I do. And I am so, so sorry that you're upset. I'm sorry that I scared you. But I'm not sorry that I did it. Because I did it for Sutton, because I love her, and I did it for you because I... I love you," she confessed, her voice breaking as she turned away, feeling the heat of vulnerability rise to her cheeks. "If you're still mad, I get it. I just wish you weren't."
