𝑨 𝑯𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝑴𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒅𝒚. (𝒏𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒏)

{23} Apologies Or Excuses?

"I can't fucking deal with it anymore"

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A feeling of warmth sprung through Brooklyn's chest, "it's beautiful, ain't it?" She was stood up on the sanctuary's roof beside her two best friends.

They were all staring up at the sky, watching the array of bright colours scattered amongst the clouds as the sun began to set. The soft breeze whirring through their hair, it was calming, getting away from all the shouting and heckling that went on inside the building.

Hunter scratched the back of his neck in a sense of worry, "Yeah it is- but, are you sure we're meant to be up here?"

"What? It's the apocalypse! Might as well live a little bro," Austin laughed along with Brooklyn, playfully mocking the older boy.

A few days had passed since the huge argument with Negan, and of course Brooklyn hadn't spoken to him. She'd still been to meetings and announcements but refused to even bat him an eye. She knew that tomorrow night they were attacking Alexandria, and much to the brothers' disapproval, it was something that Brooklyn was still excited for.

Looking over at Hunter, she shook her head, releasing a quiet snicker, "You worry to much," at that, the brother shrugged his shoulders, allowing her to continue, "just forget about the rules. Negan won't do fuck all."

"Easy for you to say," he instantly replied back with, earning a look of disapproval from Austin, "what I mean is that- well you- shit, let me start again," he cleared his throat, "Negan still loves you, it's obvious, I'm sure he'd do anything to catch your attention or whatever by hurting us to get to you."

She laughed, "oh, and punishing or killing my two best friends is really gonna make me fall for him!"

Hunter nudged her shoulder, rolling his hazel eyes at her sarcastic comment, "alright smartass."

If she was honest with herself, Brooklyn had been happy, despite not talking or engaging with Negan, but a part of her still wanted to run in to his arms and tell him how much he meant to her. She kept telling herself that she didn't need him in her life, but of course, her subconscious always had other things to say.

It didn't take long for one of the brothers to notice her sudden change in mood, "You alright?"

Brooklyn fluttered her eyelids, everything around her slightly hazy since she'd been zoned out, "huh? Oh, yeah I'm fine, just thinking about things."

"About him?"

"No," she couldn't tell them how she felt, they'd just have a go at her, "just thinking about... tomorrow?" She lied, cursing herself for sounding so unconvincing.

Luckily for her though, Austin had bought it, "are you seriously excited?" He stared up at the bleeding sky, an indigo, pinky colour seeping through the remains of broken clouds, "so many things could go wrong... Like, what if that Rick guy wins?"

The girl inhaled a deep breath of fresh air, "nah, no way. He won't," she scoffed just thinking about the asshole, "Negan'll kill him. I wish I could kill him myself after everything. I remember when Negan told me that we'd do it together, but I suppose it's not gonna happen now, is it?"

Damn, emotional much?

Those words just happened to slip out, making Brooklyn seem like she wasn't over him yet, but maybe her subconscious was actually right, maybe she really wasn't over him at all, "wait- let me rephrase that- fuck- that's not what I meant-"