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𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐧 𝐖𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐡 - survivor, daughter of a man she can't forgive, and sister trying to hold it all together when everything is already gone.
Most people are afraid of the dead. I'm not.
I'm afraid of silence. Of stillness. Of waking up one day and realizing there's nothing left inside me to fight for.
The apocalypse didn't break me- he did. 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐡, our father. The man who left us with more pain than protection. Now all I have are the walls I built, and the secrets I don't let anyone near. Not even you, Addessa.
I don't let people in. I don't believe they stay. But then there's Daryl. Rough around the edges. Always watching, never saying too much. Somehow, he sees through the mask I wear. He doesn't push. He doesn't ask. He just shows up-and that scares the hell out of me. Because I've spent so long in the dark, I don't know what to do with someone who isn't trying to drag me back into it.
And maybe that's why I wrote this.
A Note to Addessa -
If you're reading this, I hope you're still breathing. I hope you're still fighting. I hope you never let this world turn your fire cold. I know I was never good at saying things out loud, but I need you to know-your love, your chaos, your stubborn heart... they kept me going more times than I'll ever admit.
You were the light I followed when everything else faded. You still are. So if you ever feel like giving up-don't. Not for me. Not for Dad. Not for anyone. Just for you.
And maybe, if I'm lucky, I found a little piece of peace with him. Or at least, I found something worth holding on to.
Love,
Morgan