The Taste Of Loneliness

Chapter 5

Rachel blinked in surprise at Negans words. He'd just admitted that he found her incredibly beautiful. Her hands tightened around the coffee cup as she was rendered absolutely speechless. It had been awhile since she'd been complimented so by someone. Especially a man, an attractive one at that.

He seemed surprised at himself too, knowing he probably had overstepped. But he didn't regret it nor would he take it back.

"I'm fucking serious.. " He mutters finishing his coffee now before standing up.

"I should fucking get going. " Clearing his throat as he threw away his cup and trash. Brushing crumbs off the front of his shirt as he gave her a wave before swiftly leaving the coffee shop. Knowing Monday morning would prove to be very awkward for them both.

He setting out to begin his errands, going to the hospital first. Speaking with someone about payments on the bills. Getting the needed paperwork and what not before going to the supermarket. As he walked down the aisles putting some groceries in his car he sighed.

"Way to fucking go Negan.. Tell her she's beautiful over fucking coffee. Bet she's already fucking skipped town because of your fucking mouth."
Tossing a loaf of bread into his cart then some peanut butter. Pinching the bridge of his nose thinking over the other things he needed. Taking his time to get enough food for himself for a week then going to check out.
Waiting what seemed like forever behind some old hag who insisted on using a million coupons. He just standing and flipping through a magazine about sports. His mind elsewhere as the cashier rang up each item and asked for the payment. He methodically sliding his card before leaving the store. His actions robotic as he remembered trips like this being light before Lucille passed.
She had rarely eaten anything and half the time could only stomach light foods. He honestly didn't remember the last time he had cooked a real meal in the house.

Going home now to put up the groceries, sighing as some of Lucille still lingered in the house. Her favorite soda in a box in the refrigerator, that nasty bleu cheese she loved in the bottom, a bottle of wine from the kind they'd had when they gotten married. Not to mention some medicines that needed refrigerated. For now he just shoved them aside to make room for his milk and eggs.

Once things were put away he grabbed his keys and left the house again. Going back into town to a real-estate office. Walking inside which felt terribly awkward, because this was the same one they'd bought the house from.

"Yes may I help you? " A petite blonde asked from the front desk.

"Uh yeah I need to speak to Luke.. About selling a house. " He muttered shoving his hands into his pockets.

"Alright just one moment he's finishing up a consultation. Then you can head on in. "
He nodded once as he sat down in one of the padded chairs crossing one leg over the other and leaning his head back. Closing his eyes as he willed himself to forget. And this was the first step in moving on.

"Negan! What's up man? " A man's voice shook him from his thoughts as he sat up. Seeing Luke walking over with a hand outstretched for a shake.

"Just need to fucking talk about something.. " He mutters shaking the overly energetic man's hand.

"Well right this way.. " Luke motioned to his office, walking ahead of Negan.

"I'm gonna fucking cut right to the point.. " He grunted as he sat in the chair in front of the overly gaudy desk. Must be mahogany or something but it was dark. Almost black.

"I want to fucking sell the house. After Lucille died.. I can't fucking be there anymore.. Too many fucking memories and too much fucking space for me. So, help me out ." His tone was slightly off, knowing this needed to happen for closure.
Luke seemed shocked as he leaned back in his chair looking at Negan across the desk.

"Damn man. I'm sorry about that. I heard about her passing. And I can understand but you don't want to make any ras--.. "

"Bullshit you don't understand. It was my fucking wife and it's my fucking house and if I want to fucking sell it you'll help me or I'll go to someone else. " He grunted knowing the guy wouldn't pass up an opportunity to make some money.
With a sigh from Luke he nodded slowly.

"Okay.. Okay.. Let me crunch some numbers and I'll give you a call okay. But you could go ahead and put a sign up, getting the word out. It's in a good neighborhood so it shouldn't be that hard. "

"Good.. Thanks man.. " He mutters standing up and leaving the office. Knowing he already had his number from before. Hunching his shoulders as he left the office. Going to his car and heading down to the hardware store. Getting what he needed before returning to the house. As he got from the car he grabbed the last purchase he'd made. With a grunt he slammed the for sale sign down into the dirt near the road. Knowing this would help things move along. Make him forget.