TRANSATLANTICISM
He can hear the soft rhythm of Glenn's heartbeat as he holds the boy in his arms. He rocks back and forth, not wanting to admit that this was the end. It just can't be. Just can't. Yet it can.
Tears stained Daryl's shirt, but he didn't mind. Because those tears are how Daryl knows Glenn is still Glenn.
"Baby, please. It's gonna be okay. Everything will be okay." Whispers Daryl as he tightens his grip on Glenn.
"No...It's...no...t." wheezes Glenn in response. "Put...me...dow...down...Dar...yl. Ple...ase." he chokes out, more tears spilling from his chocolate brown eyes which Daryl adored so much.
"Ya can't ask me to do that. Ya just can't."
But he can.
"Ple...ase?" he asks before going limp in his lovers arms, his breath gone.
They say that the last breath you exhale is when the soul leaves the body. Daryl can only hope this is true as more tears escape his already tear-rimmed eyes.
"No, no, no, no, no!" cried Daryl as he held his Korean lover closer. "Oh God, please, no!" but it's no use. And soon, he can feel a light stir against his side. "This can't be happening. It just can't!" he screams before getting his crossbow. "I'm so sorry babe." Are his last words before he shoots. "I'm so fuckin' sorry!"
Glenn's body falls limp.
Daryl's world falls apart.
Daryl's life falls apart.
Daryl Dixon falls apart.
There's no such thing as "can't". And Daryl Dixon learned this the hard way.