Delusion (Daryl)

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by Womeggg

by Womeggg

I was 6 when I found my first love

He was a rude boy most times but when it was just us, he was really something else

I didn't really give him an option to be friends with me, I practically followed him around and bugged him until he decidedI9 to socialize with me

That didn't matter though,we got on amazingly

We would joke around, look for worms in the mud, playing with the other kids in the neighborhood, or me sneaking Into his room at the dead hours of the night for a surprise sleepover

Until his mom died

An accidental house fire, he was heartbroken, so many emotions coming in and our of his head making him more out of control and prone to outburst more than ever

But I stayed with him. No matter how many times he called me names, tried to push me away, I stayed with him and helped

Helped him heal

We were best friends for 10 years
From 6 to 16, the best years of my life. I beared my soul to him, we would argue, cry, laugh, do stupid teenagers things

He was my first kiss

We had the same home life, abusive widows, my father and I lost my mom to lung cancer when I was 12, and my dad had never been the same since

Daryls pa wasn't that much better, neither was his brother Merle

There was this creek we would go to, we found it during a game of tag, it had this huge willow and the softest grass you've ever felt , the water was always the right temperature and the best part

We were the only ones who knew about it

We would race down to the creek everyday, "Daryl Dixon wins" he would shout when he made it there first (which he always did) we would stay until the sun would touch the horizon before it left for the night,and then we would part ways until the next day

Me and Daryl would talk about running away together, I would get the food and he would get the car

It never became a reality

One day we met up, Daryl had a busted lip and small purple bruise with a slight red tint that made it's home on his cheekbone

He stoped talking much that day and soon the visits would be shorter and shorter

Until one day he didn't show up

Turns out he had hoped on Merle's old bike and rode off into the sunset

Without me

I was heart broken

But regardless, everyday I would walk to that creek and sit there, my bag always filled with small snack foods (a gigantic canister of penut butter for him) and clothes, just in case

I was sit there for hours everyday, a stupid smile on my face as I would imagine him riding up to the creek, his goofy smile covering his face as he told me "I came back, for you" before grabbing my hand and riding off with me beside him

It never happened

Even after the world went to shit, I still sat there, for a month i would go to that creek, hoping my knight would return to pick up his broken princess

That's the thing with hope, it so easy to have it but it hurts like a bitch when you lose it

At that point it wasn't hope anymore, just delusion