𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ➳ 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐥 𝐆𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬

Chapter 24 ~ How'd it Come to This?

Note: Sorry for the late updating, y'all! I've been sick this past week and haven't had a chance or even felt like posting so yeah, now I am lol Enjoy! :) Also I will be adding GIFs to these next chapters as soon as this new Wattpad glitch gets fixed XD

It felt like every piece of me had broken - like my heart shattered into a million pieces, my insides being torn away from me. And I was powerless to stop it. It's like...like time stopped as my eyes landed on the mound of dirt before me. A wooden cross protruded from the ground behind it as the sun came up on the horizon. But it was no beautiful morning...not without him. It was so hard to believe that he was beneath my feet now - gone to me forever.

Just the thought of him buried, it...it made me feel so physically sick. It took all I had in me not to dig him out of there, beg him to stay. As if it would make a difference now... The tears had subsided by now but without them...I felt so empty, numb to everything around me. Rick sighed from in front of me then as he knelt on the ground, brushing a few tears away with the back of his hand. But I didn't move. I couldn't.

My eyes were still glued to the grave - as if...as if I just looked hard enough, he'd come back. That all of this could be just a bad dream - a nightmare that my mind concocted. Because...because how could it be true? How could it? Finally, squeezing my eyes shut briefly, I turned on my heel and walked back towards the street. The road was as familiar as it had always been but...without his hand in mine as I walked, I felt...more alone than I ever had.

After passing a few houses, I finally reached the one I'd been looking for - ours. Or...it once was, at least. Back before Carl and I had moved in together we'd just lived with Rick and Michonne. I bit my lip as I climbed the stairs with slow steps when suddenly, my shoe landed on a creaky board and memories came rushing back to me.

I placed one foot on the porch steps then and it creaked. The boy's head shot up and my chocolate brown eyes met icy-blue.

I squeezed my eyes shut briefly, sucking in a breath as my chest tightened. My eyes flitted to that same old rocking chair then and I couldn't help but imagine him sitting there - as if he was still... I swallowed down the lump that had formed in my throat. I was about to walk inside to grab the supplies that Rick had wanted earlier when my gaze dropped to two familiar blue hand-prints .

A grin split my face and I leaned into Carl's shoulder, the both of us laughing as we admired our handiwork. I shook my head at our own childishness, just then glancing up into that beautiful blue eye. Gosh, I loved him. I really, truly loved him.

I fell to my knees, feeling the tears coming back then in forceful waves as a sob ripped from my throat. Slowly, I placed my hand-print on his, the paint having already begun to peel off by now. My chest heaved, a cry erupting from my lips. How'd it come to this?

His gaze met mine then and smiling, he leaned down to connect our lips. His mouth was soft and gentle as always, his hand slipping down to rest on my hip. I breathed in the scent of him - that intoxicating mix of chocolate and vanilla.

"Why did you leave me?" I whispered through the blur of my tears, my hand sliding then to rest on my stomach, "I still need you..."