A/N: I'm heartbroken and shocked at what happened tonight. So, for all my fellow Bethyl shippers, I wrote this because I can imagine this is how your feeling right now.
Disclaimer: Alas, I own nothing
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Stage 1
Denial was the first stage. The one that was the easiest to slip into. No one wanted to believe it at first. How could they? Burying their head in the sand seemed idealistic. Comforting. Denial was the security blanket that they clutched on to. But like all things idealistic, denial slipped away.
Stage 2
Anger crept in next. A blinding rage that they never knew they could harbour. The pain. The shock. Anger was the perfect thing to come in and wipe it all away.
Stage 3
But when the anger fizzled out, bargaining seemed to be the only chance they had. The cure for everything. Bargaining gave them the hope that it wasn't so. That the final two minutes could all have been a bad dream. But for a bad dream, for a nightmare, it was all too real.
Stage 4
So when they realized that bargaining was not possible, depression quickly set in. The belief that good still existed; that hope was still possible; quickly faded into the night.
Stage 5
Acceptance was something that they never believed they would come to. Never believed that they would need to. But as they sat, the events of the day unfolding before them; the truth, as hard as it was to face, became blatantly clear. They couldn't deny the obvious any longer. They couldn't deny inevitable. They couldn't deny that...
...The Waking Dead writers were the biggest idiots that ever walked the earth.
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A/N: Yes, this was a mock story that I will most probably take down, but it is exactly how I'm feeling about our 'beloved' writers right now.