-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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I didn't fall asleep. Not at all. Daryl wasn't with me and Addie wanted to sleep downstairs with Carl. She apologies, but in honesty...I lost my teddy bear too, quiet literally. Along with Snowball.
Instead, I took over taking care of Judith, reading to her softly with a little light. Something I found a while ago, just a long list of children fairytales. Nothing too big, but Lori was always open to new stories to tell Carl. Even Addie, we both lived on each others kids.
Although she wanted me to sign Addie up for dance, it was relatively easier to sign both our children up for baseball and the entirety of us could come and watch the game. I held onto one of Daryl's shirts, not until I wore it did I realize I am more than pissed at him for leaving.
I realized he broke his god damn promise.
If Merle got into the car and we drove off, we could've settled this here instead of having them right outside the red zone. But every time I closed my eyes, I saw the two of them fighting. I heard Addie's screams, and as much as I wanted to take a smoke outside. Baby Judith needed my attention, even if she was soundly asleep now.
Wasting the flashlight on reading a bit more was on my own agenda, I kept thinking. Lost in my own thoughts.
If Daryl were here, he'd— He's not. That's the reminder I'm giving myself.
Didn't think I'd be this heartbroken over a break up during this god damn apocalypse.
The second the sun came shining through, I found myself bringing the baby outside my room and starting on breakfast. I didn't get that far, both Carol and Beth took control right away. From both cooking and taking care of the baby, so it was my change to go outside, taking the lawful fresh air on top of the catwalk as I breathed in the toxic fumes.
