"Falling in love. And say, it's crazy. Falling. You see? We don't say 'rising into love.' There is in it the idea of the fall." -Alan Watts
This isn't just some story where the boy and girl fall for each other, and everything is okay. It's a story w...
"Some do drugs, others go for a run, but at the end, we're all just searching for that tiny space, perhaps a hole, that gives us shelter from the terrible reality of the world."
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"I saw it when I was driving. When this all happened," Denise said.
She wanted Daryl, Rosita and I to go on a run.
"It was a gift shop in a strip mall," she explained.
"I was hoping to come with you guys," she offered hopefully.
"How much experience you got?" Daryl asked her.
"None."
"Forget it," Daryl shot back.
"She said there might be medicine. We need it," I said, defending Denise.
"I can ID the meds. I know how to use a machete now. I've seen roamers up close. I'm ready," Denise pleaded.
"You good with this?" Daryl finally gave in, asking Rosita.
"No."
"I'll go alone if I have to," Denise told him.
"You'll die alone."
"I'm asking you to make sure I don't."
"I'm not babysitting her myself," Rosita defended herself.
"I'll go with her," I spoke up.
There we all sat, squished together in a rusty, old car.
"You know, we have bigger cars," I spoke up, shifting in my seat. Daryl just ignored me.
The car was making terrible sounds and kept stopping.
"Daryl. Learn how to drive," I said, really annoyed.
"I know how. Shut up," he grunted.
"I know how to drive cars like this. Especially beat up ones. I've been driving stick since I was 15," Denise said.
Daryl just shot her a glare.
"Daryl," Rosita gained his attention, looking up at the road. We slowed to a stop.
