Authors note:

Thank you for everyone who commented on the last chapter. With some positive comments you get some negative.

I know a few of you thought that maybe it's too late maybe...it's not?

Michonne in this story, the vision was very different almost vulnerable and sensitive. But doesn't mean to say she's not strong. She is human after all. Sometimes it happens in real life. You wait and wait and you wait and it's never the right moment to tell someone how you feel. Then that moment comes and yes it turns out to be the wrong moment but truth is... is there ever a right moment?

Anyways chapter 2...


Am I too late?

Chapter 2


A few hours later, Michonne turned the key into her apartment door. There was a sense of emptiness. She placed the black duffle back on the floor next to the door and her keys in the glass bowl on the table next to the front door. Michonne walked further inside her home.

She picked up the chrome frame off her mantle piece. Michonne gazed at the picture in her hands. It was a picture of her and Rick, with her sitting on his shoulders. They had gone to a Rihanna concert and because she wasn't tall enough to see, Rick had offered the use of his shoulders. He managed to hold her weight through several of her favourite songs; she had been impressed. Michonne placed the frame back in its rightful place. It was happy memories of just her and Rick, she thought.

Michonne moved to the end of the mantle of her fireplace, where another picture sat. It was of a young Rick and young Michonne, from the day they first met 12 years ago. Their friends often told them that, in that picture, they looked like a couple; you would have never of guessed they weren't. Rick had his arms wrapped around her waist. Michonne had her hands resting over his. They both were smiling at the camera.

Tears now started to swell in her eyes. Michonne placed the frame back on her mantle piece. She let out a small, shaky breath.

Michonne went into her bathroom and started to run a bath. She stripped herself of all her clothes, including the blazer that she had borrowed from Daryl. The pink bridesmaid's dress was now pooled on her bathroom's tiled floor. She stepped into her bathtub and leaned back into her bubble filled bath. Michonne wrapped her arms around her legs, tucking her chin in her knees.

She sat there for a few minutes, before she slowly slipped underneath the water, holding her breath for several seconds before coming back up for air. She repeated this a few times. Eventually, her skin started to prune in the bath, so Michonne got up, letting the water run down her body.

Michonne dried off and slipped into a baggy grey t-shirt and checked pants. Michonne sat in front of the TV, clicking through the channels. Nothing caught her interest. She picked up her iPhone off the side table. Michonne started to type out a text message to send to Rick.

Michonne: I am willing to wait for you. For as long as forever, even though you know how much I hate waiting. But, if it's only to be your best friend, then I will accept that too.

Her finger hovered over the sent button for several seconds. Ultimately, she decided not to send the message.


Monday morning soon approached and she debated whether to go into work or not. She didn't want to go in, but she needed something to distract her mind. Michonne headed into work early, just to catch up some case files.

She picked up her iPhone from her desk and checked it for the 10th time. There were various text messages from friends. Aaron, Andrea, Sasha, and even Daryl. She couldn't face any of her friends, so she didn't respond to their messages. And, she noted, there was still nothing from Rick, the one person she most wanted to hear from.

Michonne went through her contact list and found Rick's name. She let out a deep breath and rang his number. It went straight to voicemail. She heard his voicemail message recording.

"Hey, this is Rick..."

"anddd Michonne."

"Michonne this is my phone." There was chuckling in his tone.

"Anwyays this is RICK'S phone leave a message after the beep."

When they first recorded it together, he couldn't work out how to change it, so it stayed the same.

Michonne laughed, through her tears, before hanging up.


A Few Days Later...

Rick was supposed to be on his honeymoon with his new wife Jessie. They were honeymooning in the Seychelles and staying in one of the private luxury villas. It was supposed to be the perfect honeymoon destination: beautiful white beaches, snorkelling, and champagne picnics. This was the place him and Jessie had picked out especially for their honeymoon, but he couldn't enjoy it with her. Something had changed since his wedding day. Since the confession from his best friend Michonne. That moment was all Rick could think about. Had he been in love with Michonne all this time? Like she was with him?

"Are you coming honey?" Jessie smiled, asking her husband. She startled him from his own thoughts.

After the wedding Rick had talked to Jessie about what Michonne had said. The fact that Rick had come back to Jessie had been enough to convince her that it was she, he loved, and not Michonne.

Rick had to apologize to the guests for the announcement and the disruption it caused. They were able to continue on with the wedding celebrations.

Daryl had left soon after with Michonne. Sasha, Rosita, Abraham, Maggie, and Glenn all left with Michonne too. Shane and Andrea stayed to support Rick.

Rick hadn't spoken to his other friends since flying off on his honeymoon.

He looked up at Jessie in her swimsuit, with a beach towel in her hand.

"Yeah, I will be there in a minute," Rick said, rubbing a hand through his face. He missed that familiar feeling of rubbing his hand through his beard. It made him think of Michonne. Again. It hadn't helped that Michonne had rang. He thought about ringing Michonne back but he couldn't. Rick didn't even know what he could say to her.

Jessie lightly pecked his lips and smiled.

"Ok," she nodded and walked away.

Rick watched her leave the room.

He couldn't stop thinking about what had happened a few days ago. Did he make the right decision getting on the plane? What about discussing and planning a life with a woman he wasn't sure he was even in love with anymore?

He had to try for Jessie.

A few hours later Jessie walked into the bridal suite wearing a turquoise open shoulder laced bra top and a matching knickers. She sauntered over to her husband who was sitting on the edge of the bed in only his boxers. They started to kiss and clothes were lost on the way. Rick flipped Jessie onto her back and nestled between her thighs.

Rick thought, he owed it to his wife to try.

They made love several times that evening.


Back In Atlanta...

Later on that night, Michonne was in her apartment, still hoping to hear something from Rick. There had been nothing. No phone calls, no texts, no emails.

She was startled by a loud knock at her door. She ran to the door, hopeful and smiling. But her smile soon faded when she opened the door and realised that it was Andrea, Sasha, Rosita, and Maggie.

"Sorry to disappoint you, but we thought we would come around to see how you're doing," Andrea said, smiling.

Michonne stepped out of the way and let all her friends inside the apartment.

Sasha held up two bottles of wine and Maggie walked in with two pizza boxes. Michonne stopped Maggie and ran her hand over her 5 month baby bump and let out a small smile.

"I haven't heard anything from, Rick...sorry," Andrea said, rubbing a hand down the side of Michonne's arm.

She nodded, slowly. Of course, Michonne knew why no one had spoken to him. He was on his honeymoon with his wife, because he had chosen Jessie.

Michonne tried all evening to join in the conversation, but she couldn't. Her mind was too distracted. The girls all left around 10pm. While she was thankful for their company, she just really wanted to be alone with her thoughts.


Two Weeks Later...

"Michonne, I have a great opportunity for you," Her boss said, walking, unannounced, into her office.

"I'll take it," Michonne said, playing with her "M" necklace. The same one Rick had given to her for her birthday two years before.

"Don't you want to know what it is first?" Ezekiel laughed.

"It doesn't matter...whatever it is, I will do it... I will go," she said, staring out of her office window.

Ezekiel went on to tell her about an opportunity to run one of the new offices in New York City. Michonne would be able to head up her own team, and would have to move there in three months time. Soon after explaining the details of the job in New York City, Ezekiel left Michonne to think about and really consider her options.

Michonne needed to think about putting her apartment up for rent and looking for apartments in New York.

She stood in her office watching the rain drizzle down the window panels. Tears fell down her soft cheeks, seemingly, in time with the rain outside. Michonne folded her arms over her chest and considered what she was about to do. She and Rick still hadn't spoken to each other. Everything in Atlanta reminded her of him. She needed to get out.

Michonne needed a fresh start, and it couldn't come soon enough.


Authors note:

So Michonne is going to take the job in New York. What will Rick say when he finds out?... I mean that's if he does. When are they going to speak to each other? Next chapter we see Rick's POV.

Thoughts and reviews are welcome, as always. Thank you for taking the time to read my story.