Essence (Rick)

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I miss him

I miss his blue eyes, that always seemed to bare his emotions even when he didn't feel like sharing them

I miss his voice, its adorable southern twang that started to fade slightly as the years went on but always seemed to add more intensity or softness to his words

His hair, even after he buzzed it off i loved to brush my hands across its surface, blades of white kissing my palm as i did so

I missed everything about him, even though he loved Michonne with every breath in his body i never could seem to let the thought of us go

When i saw him on that bridge...

When i...i had to watch him shoot that bullet, that single. fucking.bullet., my heart bled

When i watched that bridge explode my heart broke

Not only for me, but for our family, for everyone who had to witness this, for the people who would have to hear about it....for his children

Even now, six years after, i still see him, i can sometimes hear his voice in my head when someone says a word or phrase he would say or i think i catch a whiff of his scent,but i must admit it has faded

It use to be my thoughts were never in my voice, always his, like he was speaking to me through my thoughts

I still miss him

Even if im starting to forget how his voice sounded





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Kinda short, kinda shit, but for some reason my drafts erased and all the ones i was planning on publishing are now no more so im starting from the start again lol




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