"I'm afraid. I'm afraid of dying and losing myself...losing everyone. I thought, feeling nothing was the secret, I thought if I never cried, never mourned, and just, kept moving, I'd be okay." I blew the last puff of smoke out and flicked the cigarette butt off the roof, my eyes then looking at Carl, my blood soaking in my sleeves and dripping on my pant leg. "But I was wrong. And now I know...I know I'm first going to to lose everyone, then I'm gonna lose myself, and finally-" tears fell down my face while the setting sun warmed it. "-finally I'll just...die." "Sometimes the things we love the most are most truly destroy us." ◾◽◾◽◾◽◾◽◾◽◾◽◾◽◾ I really hope Walking Dead fan-fics aren't old cause I really love reading them still even though they came out in like 2015. If you're reading this or the story then you have my whole heart thanks a ton. xoxoAll Rights Reserved
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