"What the fuck was that about, Rowan? I don't even fucking recognize you anymore!" Dawson screamed at me.
"He needed to know, Dawson. Someone needed to stick up for him! Something I can tell you haven't decided to do yet." I accused.
"You know how I feel about him. You know I told you those things because I trusted you. And now you used them against me." Dawson was fuming. Daryl stood off to the side from us in Dawson's room, letting us get our feelings out.
"Dawson, I'm sorry. And you know I've been holding those feelings in for years now. I couldn't hold it in anymore. I'm sorry." I apologized once again.
"I'm trying to not be like him. I'm scared that I will. You already saw me kill someone out of revenge, and I don't want to be like that. I can't. Dawson I don't know what else to say. We need to stick together." Growing up, I always took after my dad and Dawson more so took after my mom. My mom was sensitive and caring. My dad was tough, but he never held anything back.
"I need to be alone. I'm sorry, I can't forgive you just yet." I sighed in defeat, but respected his thinking. I took Daryl's hand gently and walked with him out of Dawson's room.
"I'm sorry you had to see all of that." I mumbled.
"I'm going back to Alexandria this afternoon. You need to figure this shit out and I need to be with the others while you do that."
"What? No, Daryl I need you." I stopped walking and turned to face him. "Please don't leave me." I cried.
"I need to go back. And when you're ready, you can come back to Alexandria and find me. But right now, you need to deal with these things. I want to support you, but I've never seen this side of you before. To be honest, you're scaring me Rowan. You've never lashed out like this. If this is what your family makes you do, then this is something you need to work out with them. I'm no help here." He explained.
"I'll walk you to the gate." Was all I could find myself to say.
"I need to get my things first." He reminded me. I nodded my head and we headed in the direction of the room we shared. He opened the door for me and we stepped inside. I watched him from the door collect his things. Daryl lifted his crossbow onto his shoulder and took my hand. We walked quietly towards the gates.
"I'm sorry I let you down." I said. He just shook his head.
"Come back when you figure this out." He leaned me forward and gave me a gentle kiss on the top of my head. "I still love you." I couldn't find any words to say to him as I watched the men open the gates for him and stepped out. I turned around before they could close them, so I wouldn't see him look back, like I knew he would. I quickly wiped the tears that started forming in my eyes before turning around and heading back to my room. I had no one here. Daryl was the only person here that I thought would still talk to me. Of course, my dad's men have a new respect for me, but I don't want to talk to any of them. I wanted to see my dad, Dawson. I know they wouldn't speak to me either. For the first time in two years, I was alone.
