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I Loved My Girl

By ___Yoshi___

I loved my girl.

She loved me.

There were always nights where I would watch from afar, watching her as she walked around inside her room, gracefully.

And there were also nights where we walked together-- but she always made sure to walk in front of me.

I knew I had to always escort her back to her room so she got there safely. I knew no harm could come to her.

I knew she loved me.

She always called out for me and didn't want me to leave when putting her into her room.

She always banged on the door, not wanting the day to end.

It made me feel good.

And so I'd fall for her desire and stay with her until she fell asleep.

I couldn't fall asleep next to her room, nor near it.

Never.

At 6 am sharp, we'd take a stroll around the empty streets and take in the sight of the outside world.

She thought it was beautiful.

I told her I thought so too.

I always lied when doing so.

We'd always end our walk at 7.

No later than that.

She'd always ask me why, and I'd tell her because it was dangerous out.

And so, we'd continue our day inside by entertaining each other.

We'd tell each other stories.

Laugh at the stupidest of things.

And even though some of her jokes weren't funny, I laughed at her when she'd make herself laugh.

My girl wasn't the prettiest out there, nor the healthiest.

And maybe she was a little crazy, but that didn't stop me.

After we tell stories--sometimes repeating stories--I'd ask her if she loved me.

She always said yes.

I too loved her.

And so we'd end the day with going back into our rooms.

I'd escort her to her metal cage and double lock the door.

Then I'd read stories to her and walk into my own room.

Because in the end, I could never forget that she's still a zombie.