"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...
"You can do it right in front of me. You can take my hands. I told you already; I'm gonna kill you. Oh yeah. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow... but nothing is gonna change that. Nothing. You all are already dead."
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Daryl's stone-cold glare directed towards Dwight was enough to make the air feel thick. Dwight and my uncle stared at each other, and it remained silent for a long time. My eyes shifted between the two men, waiting for something to happen.
"Look at me," Rick demanded.
Dwight turned his gaze to be met with the barrel of Rick's Python.
"Why?" Rick questioned. Why did Dwight want to help? What could he do for us?
"Cause I want it stopped. I want Negan dead," Dwight said lowly.
"Why not just kill him?" I asked, staring at him.
"Can't just be me. They're all Negan," he answered. I furrowed my brows, and Tara spoke up.
"That girl you murdered, she had a name. Her name was Denise, and she was a doctor. And she helped people," Tara said, referring to her girlfriend.
My mind went back to that day with Rosita, Daryl, and Denise. All she wanted was to help people. Her life was cut short by some psychotic man.
"I wasn't aiming for her," Dwight simply replied.
"You son of a bitch!" I yelled, and at the same time, Daryl pushed past the small group of people and didn't hesitate to hold Dwight up by his throat and hold a knife to his eye.
The tension in the room was unbearable, and the only sound being Daryl's heavy breathing.
"Do it. Do it," Tara growled.
"You wanna end it this way; you go ahead. I'm sorry. I am. I know you want to," Dwight offered in a whisper.
"He could just be here to see if you were here," Rick spoke up.
"We can't trust him," Michonne added.
"He owned me. But not anymore. What I did, I was doing it for someone else. She just got away. So now I'm here. So are you because of her," Dwight said to Daryl?
"Do it!" Tara repeated.
"There's another choice," Dwight countered.
"Daryl. Daryl, you knew her," Tara argued.
"Negan trusts me. We work together; we can stop him. You knew me then, and you know me now. You know I'm not lying. I'm not," Dwight brought his voice down again.
Daryl had a huge decision to make, and with two people yelling at him, it wouldn't make it go faster.
