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After a while of searching and clearing the walkers, everyone gets let into the prison. Beth and i are at the back when she takes my hand. Nothing has been so gentle yet loving in the whole existence of humans and the dead before. I tense up slightly at the physical contact, but not enough for her to take notice of it.

Glenn notices me walking differently, my limbs moving as though they need to have oil to run smoothly. All he does is raise one eyebrow, suspecting the tension between me and Beth. I give him a glare of warning back before he turns away.

Beth drops all of her bags before sighing and picking them back up. I nod at her in reassurance before taking the bags from her.

She wanders towards one of the cells up the stairs and sits on the bed. The mattress bounces slightly. Considering we're in prison, this is a luxury for us, especially after the harsh winter we had previously.

I count the cells in this cell block. Well, shit. We're one cell down from the number of people here. "You can always share with me." Beth, having also counted the cells, realises the look on my face.

"I'd like that." I smile softly before nocking the look off of my face. We're alive during the end of the world, and here I am, swooning over a girl.

I take my bag from the pile of bags in the corridor and set down a fee of my things. This includes a lighter, a pack of cigarettes, my switchblade, and a book: pride and prejudice. I'm planning on giving it to Beth, having read it almost two times.

Beth's items include a small knife in case of emergencies and a pair of fluffy socks. "Really? Fluffy socks?" I giggle at her antics, and she looks me dead in the eyes.

"The only thing I have left of the farm. Of normalcy." She reasons. I still think it's ridiculous, but don't question it further.

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It's pitch black besides my torchlight. The only sounds are snoring and the sound of my pen scratching on the paper. I found a notepad and pen underneath the mattress of the top bunk when searching it for anything suspicious. All I found was a half used notebook. There are some disturbing drawings in it, but besides that fact, it's basically empty

I've always found writing sonnets and poems fascinating, but I was always stuck on what to write about. Now I have someone to write about. And she's laying below me.

Just when I'm about to go to sleep, the soft whispering of Beth's country accent fills the air. "You still up?" Her tone is anxious and quiet.

"Yeah." I respond, "what's the matter?"

"You've been writing all night. What are you even writing about?" She asks.

My mind suddenly goes blank of literally anything to tell her, so I stutter out some jumbled words, "uh- you- I'm not sure?" She laughs subtly. The creaking of her mattress screeches before her eyes look at me in the dim lighting.

"Let's me see." She urges me, and I start to panic, lifting the pad close to my chest.

"Uhhh, no..?" My words were seen to have amused her, so she swat my hand out of the way, grabbing the book. "No! Beth - " I start, but it's too late. Her eyes are already scanning the pages.

"That's so poetic! Who's the girl?" She asks, stubbornly not even noticing who it's about.

Well. Fuck. I can't tell her that it's someone else because there's no other girls similar to my age besides Maggie, and she has Glenn, so I take a shallow, shaky breath and swallow all of the gathering saliva in my mouth.

"Beth. It's... well, it's you." I blurt out the words, and she stays still in shock for a few moments. Fuck it. Its now or never, right?

I take my warm fingers and brush them over her cheek, eventually cupping it with my full hand. Her doe eyes look up at me as I smile softly. Her head is about level with mine, me being laid down and her standing up. I linger near her face for a moment, looking for any signal to stop, but she doesn't make one. Then our lips finally collide.

Soft like butter, our lips instantly slot into place. Her breath smells of the food we had the previous night. Some would call it disgusting it, but I'd call it beautiful. It shows that she has eaten, and very few have the ability to do that nower days.

I feel the sparks flying in the air, heat grazing our touch. She's just so perfect. How can a human be so irresistibly beautiful and kind.

Abruptly, she pulls away, and I look her deep in the eyes. "I'm so sorry that was so shit of me to do. I should have asked. I just assumed and - oh my god." I sit up as fast as possible and place my hands over my face in embarrassment.

"May -" she starts.

"No, I'm so sorry," i cut her off.

"May!" She whispers loudly to me. "I just. I don't know. I've been raised thinking that this, whatever this is, is wrong. Two girls just shouldn't be together!" Her words sink into my soul. My heart drops to my toes in despair. Before I can even realise, tears start brimming on my eyelids. I turn over, lying down again, letting the tears fall silently onto my pillow.

I hear beth sigh from behind me, and she goes back onto her level of the bed.

Loving who i love is just wrong. I wish I hadn't even written that stupid poem

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