-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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Aurora Blake Holden's POV
I haven't spoken a word to Daryl since he told me the pitted relationship with his brother, and although the guilt trickled with me every time I sat on the back of his bike. It became clear that I haven't spoken much of anything.
But there isn't really a need to. Rick comes and talks to me for counsel, and I am nothing more than a silent body that just nods and hugs whenever he or Lori come to talk to me.
There isn't much to say really, after losing the given few members of our now dwindling group, is there really not much to talk about. Think I'm still caught up on the fact I lost my daughter, my little girl. And I never told Daryl, it's eating me away like Dale claimed. Not only that, but it's the guilt that it pushed Merle out of the state.
Literally...To Texas and didn't return until years later.
What did Daryl do in that time? Was he alone? Did he see Jules then? These questions that no doubt he would answer if I could just find my damn voice again, but then, as the days became darker and darker by the weeks. I found myself getting sick, not like we ate much food anyway.
But any food we did manage, I shared mine with Carl and Lori.
Her stomach is what is tallying the days for us, and since myself and Carol have had children, we along with Maggie were decided to be the wet nurses. And although I am happy for the baby growing inside the pit of her stomach.
