Running From You I Negan x Maggie (ENGLISH VERSION)

Chapter 15: Too sweet for me

"I think I'll take my whiskey neat
My coffee black and my bed at three
You're too sweet for me"

Negan cast one last look at Maggie before entering the house. There was hesitation there, a silent desire to be by her side, to help her with whatever she had to face. Maggie felt the impulse in Negan's stance and, for a brief moment, almost considered letting him stay. But she knew she didn't need him there; this was a conversation she had to face alone. So, she gave a slight nod—a silent "it's okay" that pushed him away. He understood, giving a brief nod before following the others inside.

As soon as the door closed behind him, Rosita appeared beside Maggie, her face shadowed, eyes narrowed and glistening with a mixture of disappointment and anger. Maggie barely had time to take a breath before Rosita let out a sarcastic laugh, dripping with contempt.

"Really, Maggie?" Rosita crossed her arms, each word hitting like a blow laden with indignation. "Your little lapdog can't leave you alone for a minute?"

Maggie met her friend's gaze, surprised by the harshness of her tone, but before she could even respond, Rosita continued, her face a mix of bitterness and scorn.

"So, this is it now? Are you two sleeping together?"

Rosita's accusation hung in the cold air, and Maggie felt the impact ripple through her body. She closed her eyes for a second, trying to stay calm. She didn't want to open a door to an argument, let alone admit to something she hadn't even accepted herself.

"It's none of your business." The words came out quickly and firmly, but the defensive tone only heightened Rosita's disbelief, who shook her head, her mouth twisted in a bitter expression.

"Oh, sure, like that's a surprise!" Rosita let out a short, bitter laugh, her gaze fixed on Maggie. "I've seen the way he looks at you. And worse, I've seen how you try to hide it, how you're always on the defensive when it comes to him." She paused, exhaling heavily as if the next words drained her. "Do you think I'm blind, Maggie? That I'm an idiot?"

Maggie looked away, her chest tightening with a mix of anger and shame. No, there was nothing between her and Negan, she repeated mentally, but Rosita's words carried a hard truth to face.

"Rosita, stop it." Maggie tried to sound firm, but the insecurity seeped into her tone. "There's nothing going on. Seriously. You're overreacting."

Rosita took a step back, crossing her arms tightly as if trying to shield herself from a truth that hurt. When she spoke again, her voice was lower, heavy with disappointment.

"Overreacting?" Her voice was rough, choked with anger. "I trusted you, Maggie. I told you what I thought of him, what he means to all of us, to you... to me." Her voice faltered, and she looked away, her lips pressing into a thin line. "And you made me believe you felt the same. But you know what? I was an idiot."

Maggie felt a pang in her chest; the sense of betrayal in Rosita's eyes was hard to face. If she denied any feelings, if she stepped back, there was still a chance to convince Rosita—or convince herself.

"You're seeing things that aren't there." Maggie retorted, her voice hardened, but uncertain.

Rosita let out a dry laugh, her eyes narrowing in frustration and pain. She shook her head, a blend of disgust and sadness etched on her face.

"Oh, really? I'm seeing things, am I?" Her voice carried a sadness disguised as scorn. "I thought we were friends, Maggie. I thought I knew you, but now..." Rosita looked at the ground, shaking her head.

Maggie felt the weight in her chest, but kept her composure, refusing to admit anything that would give Rosita reason.

"I don't know what you want me to say, Rosita." Her voice was controlled, but there was a hardness there. "It's not what you think, but... maybe I can live with him."