-BookTwo-
...It's just too late...
They aren't the same as they once were.
She isn't as trusting. He isn't as kind.
Both are filed by anger, the other one left behind.
One year together.
A decade apart...Then the Apocalypse.
Lots of ANGER. Lots of...
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I must've laid awake for hours, laying on my back with my hand my stomach trying to find anything that wouldn't have me cry. The conversation with Daryl was long overdue, and the growing edge of being uncomfortable with him around just continued to grow further.
It felt like I couldn't breath, like I'm restricted to think or even act without feeling guilty.
I'm sorry for leaving, but I'm not sorry for lying about Addie. Don't even know how I'd address it either, the pictures all riddled in the photo album at the bottom of my bag are going untouched. And everything of my daughter's is just...Making me even emptier.
So I rose back up, to my feet and away from Dixon with a few more minutes before daylight comes rising up. And I joined Dale up on the top of the R.V, and he looked more than happy in me coming.
"I was just thinking how...You always manage to make it for this..." He started with a good morning and followed through with the conversation as well as gesturing towards the sun in the given direction.
And with that, I took my normal seat with my legs dangling over the edge. And he too, took it as well.
"...It's not my place to say...But are you and Daryl—?" He started to question, and when my eyes darted over he stopped. Like a father not wanting to anger their child, having my elbows shrug did I honestly not know how to react.
Dale always has a watchful eye and I feel confined to telling anything about the past, so I sighed and shook my head. "You care about him...Don't you?" Again, I nodded. And he seemed to understand at the moment because he suddenly moved his rifle.
