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My eyes flicker open slightly, light blinding my vision. A small groan escapes my lips at the harsh evening sun that's glaring through the bars of the caged walls and staring me directly in my blue eyes.

"How long have I been out?" My voice croaks out in annoyance at my own acts.

"An hour or two." The faint country accent that I've come to love from Beth sounds.

"Shit." Is all I whisper before jumping out of bed. I know that my under eyes are puffy from crying, and I know that my eyes themselves are bloodshot, but all I can care about is if everyone's okay.

The mattress creaks slightly as I jump down, and soon enough, dad rounds the corner, looking at me with restless blue eyes. The gloom and sadness are clear in his expression.

Beth walks out of the cell before I can ask her to. As her footsteps fade away, I look my father deep in his eyes, trying to figure out the riddle hidden within them.

But all I can seem to bring myself to say is, "Sorry." The tears in my eyes threaten to leave, but I blink them away harshly.

"It's okay, it's okay. I know." My father mutters to me as I run into his arms. His clutch is warm and tight. I never want to be let go. I want to be a teenage girl cradled by her father forever, but that kind of life is now a mere myth.

"It was all my fault." I sob into his shirt. The saltwater from my eyes is already soaking His clothes, but he doesn't seem to care. He just holds me.

After I finish my words, it's his turn to speak. "No." He pulls away to take a glimpse at my pathetic snot and tears ridden face. "He died, and you were there. He did not die because you were there. Okay?"

My bottom lip trembles, and more tears fall from my tears ducts. But I don't answer him. I know that it's my fault. His words are just reassurance.

"Okay..?" He repeats himself, his deep, gravelly voice calls out. He's almost forcing this belief into me. And I don't mind one bit.

"Okay." I agree before diving back into a hug. We stand for a few moments until my tears clear.

After a deep sniff to suck the running snot back into my nose, I end up speaking again. "Are you okay? Y'know... with those new people?"

"Yeah, it's all good. They don't mean harm. Or the remaining ones don't. You don't need to worry about your old man, okay?" He tells me, and I scoff.

"Then you don't need to worry about me." I say, and He rolls his eyes playfully at my antics.

"You should get some more sleep. Try and sleep through the night." His suggestion seems a good one. But I doubt I'll be able to, now that I'm awake.

Just as I nod and he's about to walk away, I finish the convosation by affing one more thing. "Hey, dad. I love you." The words feel surreal. To have someone so close to you that you love them is such a gift that I never want to let him escape my eyes view.

"Love you too, kid." Phrases like this feel unreal coming from him. He seems so tough that God forbid he blesses you with these words. You're covered in more shock than happiness.

His footsteps fade away in less than two seconds. immediately, I miss my dad's presence. He makes me feel safe and loved.

The gift of his company is soon exchanged by Beth's. She's smiling, though. I didn't think I'd see that any time soon, especially at me. It is a sympathetic smile, but it's from beth, so obviously, it's the most beautiful smile I've ever seen.

"He's not wrong. I was thinking and... reading. He's never wrong." Her eyes look up at mine, blue constellations of emotions swirling deep within her iris.

"What were you reading?" My words shake as they leave my lips, deflecting the topic of my father and how stupidly pretty she looks under this light.

"Guess." Her statement makes me confused for a split second until, finally, it dawns on me.

"You were reading my poems again..?" Before i get to ponder what that means, she speaks over me.

"May. I know that it wasn't your fault. None of if was your fault. Your mom, my dad, none of it is your fault." She takes a deep pause, letting me wonder if she's right or not. "You have to believe me on this."

"Beth..." I take a long inhale and hold her hand when I say what I need to say. "You dont know shit about me."

My fingers brush hers as I let go of her warm hands, the contact immediately feeling like it needs to be replaced as i walk away. But I can't. I just can't go near her. Not when mine and hers emotions are so hightened. She needs to grieve her father. And I need to grieve my mother. We can't get in eachothers way of that.

Her hesitation to go after me lingers in the air before I hear the ruffles of her sheets signalling that she's sat down again.

That's when I realised I have nowhere to go. I can either go to my dad who's planning things with Rick, who I will just disrupt, or I can annoy other people while they grievhavi go back to mine and Beth's cell in defeat.

Dad is right. I do need to get some sleep. Some proper sleep.

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A/N : heyyyyy so that was a whirlwind of emotions!

I actually love Beth so much. Chat every time I see emily kinney, I almost cry (sometimes I do cry) out of pure joy. She's my baby .

-RIRI !!