You

(Inspired by the song You by The Pretty Reckless)

Beth made her way down the hallway slowly, letting her fingertips run down the wall as she walked. She fought back tears as she stepped into her bathroom and looked around at the absence of his belongings. The shower only had her things, his bodywash and shampoo long gone. Her toothbrush stood alone in the holder on the back of the sink, his favorite bath towel gone from the rack where it used to hang next to hers. She ran her hands through her silken blonde locks, looking back at herself in the mirror. She sighed at the smeared makeup on her face from the previous night where her sister had taken her out to try and cheer her up and get her to meet someone new.

"He's gone, Beth." she murmured to herself and bit her bottom lip to fight back the hot, angry tears, "He's just gone."

She straightened out her old white tank top, leaving her black panties bare as she left the bathroom to go to the living room. She sat down on her couch and looked up at the ceiling, closing her eyes and grabbing one of her throw pillows. She covered her face and entertained the thought of smothering herself long enough to pass out and fall into a deep sleep to pass the day away.

Daryl Dixon was gone, and had been for a few weeks now. All the stupid fights over the dumbest of things, all of the blaming each other every time they got into an argument, their hectic work schedules causing them to barely see each other had ruined their relationship. He couldn't take it anymore and left.

Everyone told her she would feel better after time and honestly? She still felt like shit and missed him more and more each day. She had never felt so hurt and so pathetic after a break up. She sighed and moved the pillow off of her face and stood to go to the kitchen. When she took a step she heard something crack under her foot, jerking it back and looking down at the floor. She retrieved the CD case from the floor and felt her eyes well up with fresh tears at her handwriting on the DVD inside.

Beth+Daryl=

She went to throw it away in her kitchen trash but looked back at her tv, then down at the cracked case in her hand, the DVD unharmed inside and walked up to her entertainment center. She hesitated after placing the disc in her player and turning her tv on, her finger hovering over the Play button. She swallowed hard and hit the button, moving to her couch and sitting back down as the first home video images of her and Daryl popped up on the screen.

Daryl shuffled through his room, kicking empty beer cans and bottles to the side as he looked for clothes to wear that day. He snatched up a shirt and placed it to his nose to sniff, snorting and tossing it to the side.

"Daryl, your huntin' clothes smell so bad!" she would call from the wash room while she placed his clothes in the washing machine and he couldn't help the small grin on his face. Before he got in the shower he would usually try to hug her and hold her against him, both of them ending up in fits of laughter as she tried to fight him off before he bathed.

The smile on his face quickly faded and he jerked his dresser drawer open. He grabbed a clean t-shirt and slid it on, pulling a pair of pants off of the foot of his bed and stepping into them. He sat on the edge of his bed and reached underneath, pulling out his old worn-out boots and a pair of socks he hoped weren't too dirty.

"Every time you're missin' socks I know exactly where to find them. Tucked inside your boots under your bed."

He placed his face in his hands and sighed heavily, glancing over at the small picture frame he still had sitting on his bed side table. Their smiling faces looked back at him in the tiny silver frame, her blue eyes bright and vibrant to match her dazzling smile. He picked it up and held it between his two rough and calloused hands, his thumb rubbing the glass over her face.

"What'd I do, Beth?" he muttered and set the picture frame back, laying back on the bed and staring up at the broken fan on the ceiling, "I need out of here." He stood up and grabbed his leather vest and jacket, storming out of the small apartment and down to his waiting motorcycle.

Beth held the pillow tightly against her as tears streamed down her face. She watched the images flash in front of her across the screen. Images of hugs, videos of her singing that he took or videos she took of him at random moments during the days. They're were images of them kissing, and one video of her he had taken when they had woken up one morning.

They had made love that night for most of the night and when he had woken up, he had sworn that the morning light had been just perfect against her skin and had to get her on film. She had woken up to him recording her and had smiled, Daryl catching their good morning kiss on video before just talking to her and having her show off her new diamond ring.

"I love you, future Mrs. Dixon." he said in the video and Beth felt the lump rise in her throat as her eyes burned. She buried her face in her pillow as she heard her voice returning his love and another quick, shared kiss between the two. She reached forward and hit the stop button on the remote, looking up and seeing their lips barely parted on screen. She headed out of her living room and back down to her bed room, rummaging through her dresser and finding an old pair of ripped blue jeans and a soft black t-shirt. She stopped by the bathroom to wash the old make up off of her face and brush her teeth quickly, running a brush through her hair before snatching her keys and her jacket up from the foyer.

"I need air." she told herself as she slung the front door open, stopping in her tracks at the figure sitting on his motorcycle in front of her house.

"I need to talk." he said when he saw her tear stained face, "I need you in my life, Beth."