My civilisation (D.D)

Fifty one: Healing.

//Ophelia's POV//

The sun beams soothed my aching bones through the glass as I embraced the warmth.

And in came Carol.

The bags under her eyes were greyer, her hair was slowly becoming longer but she still had a warm smile on her face.

I hadn't seen her in a while and it pained me to see her look so sad and disappointed as I turned to face her.

"Sorry to disappoint you." I mumbled.

"Oh Ophelia. I'm not disappointed in you."

"I'm disappointed in myself."

"Why?"

"Because I'm broken." I shrugged averting my gaze back to the window.

"No your not."

She took a deep breath as she walked closer to me.

"Ophelia your not broken."

But still I didn't respond.

"Ophelia look at me. You are strong. You are so strong."

"I'm not strong. Not anymore."

Yet I still couldn't bare to make eye contact.

"Ophelia."

Silence.

"Ophelia Jackson."

"Where's Daryl?" Was all I could say.

Shaking her head she let out a heavy sigh.

"He's gone with a few of the others to lead a herd of walkers away who were trapped in lorries."

I immediately stood up and my calm expression changed into a frightened one.

"Why did no one tell me?"

"You wouldn't let anyone in."

"Well is he going to be okay?"

"So you do care?"

"Of course I care!" I snapped.

"Really? I don't think you do."

"I love him Carol. Of course I fucking care. He's one of the only good things left in my life."

"Sure doesn't seem that way." She shrugged.

"You don't know anything about me."

"And neither does Daryl. You don't let him in anymore."

"Shut up."

"You've been pushing him away like he's a fool."

"He's not a fool! He's the best thing that ever happened to me."