Authors note:

Hey guys! I uploaded an other tribute to Bethyl. But that one was a bit more crazy so I'm gonna let myself give them a proper goodbye. To be honest Beth's death was the most painful one for me. I hope you love it just as much as you loved the ship. Please follow, favourite, and review. Keep inspiring others. Bye!

I gently placed her on the ground. I kissed her forehead.

Gently grabbing her ponytail and pulling it out. Setting her halo free. It's time to go to heaven my little angel.

Fore I shall pray, I am not a good enough person to got to heaven. But God would be too cruel to separate me from this angel and make her sad.

All I wish for is a proper reunion. It wasn't fair Noah got her last hug. All I had was a yearning look as I wished to embrace her.

Such a cruel world, the zombies and death. But now my angel possibly the only one left has left the earth. They say Angels can't live on earth otherwise they are destined to have flaws.

Maybe God needed a angel, but why mine? I never believed in religion or hope all together till I met her.

She was just a candle in our dreary lives she kept us living no matter how close she had been to burning out.

She was the last hopes. She was the candle in a universe of darkness. You can't expect a single light to take out millions of darkness. It was impossible.

I would exchange all my future for minutes of the past.

"You're going to miss me so bad when I'm gone, Daryl Dixon" rang through my head over and over.

That's another thing she was right about. She was perfect. Well as close to perfect you get nowadays.

This can't be how our story ends. I sob until the world becomes blurry. Maybe it's better that way.

~Time skip~

I hated it. It was like a hole.

Others stuffed it with missions, some with romance and sex. But I liked to let it bleed.

To know that it hurts, to give Beth the privilege to have her like be meaningful. She wouldn't want it that way.

Of course she wouldn't.

But that's the way she should be mourned. Every time I saw a church, blue eyes, blonde hair, a halo, cowboy boots, a candle or a fire.

I felt myself and my mindset shift back. It was a eternal hole.

Time had no effect. Sure you stop crying after awhile but it doesn't make the pain better. It makes it worse.

I think I forgot how her voice sounds, I forgot how her touch buzzed against my tough skin. I hated myself for every little thing that slipped out of my mind.

I would replay her in my mind on the lonely nights. It only made myself worse but I'd do it to remember her. Beth wasn't someone to forget.

It's just you forget the full effect about how she can make you swoon with her innocent intentions and determination.

It killed me every time I saw something that reminded me of her. I was sitting in front of a fire. The flickering flames shines with a yellow tint.

It reminded me of the halo her hair gave me the impression of.

I missed her flame. I wanted light when all I had to offer was dark.

I missed my angel.