Just a Dream

Fault

"Honetsly, I don't know," I replied. "I don't think anyone really knows."

Ava just kept starring into my eyes. I could tell that she was scared and confused. She would try to say something and stop.

"What's wrong baby?" I asked.

A tear began to roll down her cheek. "This is all my fault."

I shook my head and grabbed her hand. "It's not your fault Ava. Why would it be?"

"I was the one who screamed at her. I should not have said that stuff to her." She squeezed my hand.

"So, that doesn't mean that she went crazy over that." I was trying to find a way to convince her but it was really hard. I didn't want to say the wrong thing and make her more upset. "Maybe she was planning it this whole time. We don't know."

Gracie came up to us. "So I heard Lizzie took care of the job herslef. And it was right after you guys talked to her."

Just as I was about to say something, Ava jumped up and yelled, "See, I told you it was my fault!" She ran towards the prison crying.

I started running after her when Gracie stopped me and grabbed my arm. "Did I do that?" She was pointing the way she was running.

"No, she's just still a little shocked and confused," I replied.

Gracie gave me a strange look. "Go ahead." She let go of my arm and I continued running after Ava. I had lost track of where she went, so I just kept going towards the prison. I hope I would catch up to her. 

I stopped at the truck when I heard the sound of someone crying. I looked inside and saw Ava laying in the far corner of the truck. She was curled up in a ball and holding her knees. I immediately jumped up on the truck and sat next to her.

"Go away." Her voice souned scratchy and conjested.

"I don't want to," I said as I began to play with her hair, trying to make her stop crying. 

"I want to be alone and cry." She smacked my hand away from her.

"But I don't want you to cry alone." I grabbed her hand. This time she didn't hit me but she squeezed my hand tightly. She sat up and layed her head on my lap. She still was crying hysterically. 

I didn't know what to say. I didn't know what to do or how to help. I began to play with her hair again. After about ten minutes of crying, she finally stopped and sat up. "You okay?" I asked.

She let out a very loud sigh. "I don't know. I'm sorry."

I was confused. "For what?" 

She chuckled a little. "For crying on you, and I probably look very bad. I'm ugly when I cry."

I shook my head. "No you aren't. You still look pretty even when you are crying."

"Sure," she said sarcastically. 

I leaned over and gave her a little kiss on the lips. "You are, trust me."

She fluttered her eyes at me. "Okay," she said quietly and softly.

I laughed a little. "So, I guess I haven't gotten any better at giving advice."

Ava leaned a little closer to me and rested her head on my shoulders. "Not really, but sometimes, people just need to cry." She became very quiet again. "Ever since I met you, I've been crying a lot more."

"How come?"  I asked curiously. "I'm not making you sad or anything, right?"

She shook her head. "No, it's just that I have always had to be strong for Mia. Gracie and I always made sure that she was protected and safe. But I still don't know why I cry so much around you."

I looked at her straight in her eyes. They were just beautiful. "Because you're comfortable around me." I reached over and pulled her into my arms. We kept starring at each other. I finally leaned in and kissed her. Her lips were so soft. "I want to make you happy."

She smiled at me and fluttered her eyes at me again. "Carl Grimes, I love you."

I smiled back. "Ava Chase, I love you too."