"Falling in love. And say, it's crazy. Falling. You see? We don't say 'rising into love.' There is in it the idea of the fall." -Alan Watts
This isn't just some story where the boy and girl fall for each other, and everything is okay. It's a story w...
"Although no one can go back and make a brand new start, anyone can start from now and make a brand new ending."
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Dear Carl,
It has been almost two years without you...and we are doing okay. Our future has begun, and it's beautiful. All because of you—you made this happen, inspired it. Maggie had her baby, and he's a beautiful baby boy named Hershel. He looks just like his dad. We have rebuilt so much, and everyone has come together to make everything work.
We're working with Oceanside and the sanctuary now, too. With us all working and using our strengths, we can provide for each other. Your little sister isn't so little anymore. She must be around three years old by now, and she is so smart, just like you, Carl. She loves to paint and loves to talk about you.
Your dad is doing well. He's going grey now, and he's growing his beard back, which is funny to see again. He misses you, but he is such a great leader, and we couldn't have done this without his direction.
Michonne is the same old kind, caring Michonne. She and Judy get along well. Your dad and Michonne are really happy together. Daryl and Carol are doing great too.
I've taken a liking to the animals, which I know you probably saw coming. I've always loved them. We take horses to and from the communities. It's a lot more efficient.
It's kind of funny, actually. Instead of how we used to think of the future with flying cars and cyborgs, we're back to square one with horses and blacksmiths.
Everyone is thriving, Carl. All thanks to you. I wish I could show you, but I'm sure you're watching down on us. I know you won't get these, but I love you forever and need to have some way to show you.
Forever yours,
Skylar.
I folded up my paper and tossed the pen aside as Judy came running into my room, begging for more paint.
"I need more blue, but my hands are too messy," she exclaimed, holding out her colourful palms and grabbing at me.
I stood up and leaned down to carry the energetic toddler on my hip and search for more paint.
Reaching the cupboard downstairs and standing on my tiptoes to reach it, I followed after Judy as she hurried outside to Michonne, who was setting up cardboard on a makeshift easel outside.
Judith began her painting as Michonne gave me a smile in thanks. I sat on the railing, looking out at the rebuilt community. Houses and buildings were now up and running again; we have crops and bridges built across the lake and even windmills.
Outside of the walls, across the old street signs, was now covered by spray paint to act as directions. All of the communities were connected. It was just like Carl had imagined.
