During the night, Rick finally gave up. He muttered "dammit" before he left and he didn't try to come back.

The next morning, Michonne was fixing breakfast: scrambled eggs. When the eggs were almost finished, Rick walked in. Michonne noticed that he had taken a shower, he had shaved, his hair was combed back, and he had a button-up shirt that just happened to be Michonne's favorite color; light blue. She tried to remember if she had ever told him her favorite color.

As Rick walked closer, Michonne noticed that he had some type of cologne on, and god, it smelled so good.

Michonne had her back turned to Rick. She started grinning because she knew what he was trying to do. He cleaned himself up really nice to try to get her to notice him. Oh, she noticed him alright, but she wasn't going to let him know.

She glanced at him once, and he really did have a black eye. It was swelled and even a part of his left cheek was bruised.

Rick was standing right behind her. He cleared his throat and said "Hey".

Michonne just kept fixing breakfast.

A few seconds later, he said said "Hey" again, and Michonne still didn't answer.

She heard him sigh really loud. "Michonne, I..", he started to say, but got cut off when she called up to Carl saying breakfast was ready.

Carl came down the steps with Judith in his arms; she looked like she had been crying. Michonne took Judith out of his arms and into her own.

"It's okay", she assured Judith. "It's okay."

Michonne started to make funny faces at her, and then she tickled her. Judith started laughing and Michonne kissed her head. Judith wrapped her arms around her neck like she was hugging her. After that, she put Judith in her high-chair. Michonne knew Rick was watching her, and she saw him smile when his daughter hugged her.

Before Michonne sat down, Rick got up and rushed over to pull her seat out for her. He looked her straight in the eyes as she sat down.

Throughout breakfast, Michonne only talked to Carl; he realized what she was doing and he had a big smile on his face. Rick just stared at her the whole time, while she acted like he wasn't even there.

Just like at breakfast, Michonne ignored him throughout the day. Surprisingly, Rick stayed home all day and he NEVER did that. Michonne just guessed that was one of his ways to get her to pay attention to him, but she still didn't. When he would walk past her or stand right in front of her, she would look past him like he wasn't even there.

She could see on Rick's face that he was feeling worse and worse because his expression turned into one of sadness and his face was turned into a pout. She could tell he felt awful, but she wasn't finished with him yet. Her plan was to ignore him for two whole days because that equalled the amount of time he spent with Jessie. It had been a day and a half, but Michonne couldn't decide if that was enough or not.

That night, Michonne was in her room with the door shut. Just like he had the previous night, Rick knocked. Michonne still made no move to open the door.

"Michonne, please open the door. I need to talk to you."

She didn't answer him. Michonne heard him walk away, thinking he had finally given up.

A few minutes later, he went back and knocked again. "Please, Michonne. I'm sorry. Just please open the door. Please", he said. On the last "please" his voice broke; Michonne could tell that Rick was about to cry or he was already.

Michonne sighed. She really started to feel bad for Rick, but she just couldn't open the door. If she did, she probably couldn't stop herself from throwing him on the bed and having her way with him.

She still wasn't going to open the door, but she wasn't going to completely ignore him either. Michonne had something a little different in mind.

Michonne grabbed a piece of paper and a pen and wrote " I'm not opening the door. You want to communicate with me, so here's your chance."

She slid it under the door and heard him pick it up.

He slid the piece of paper back to her and said, "Michonne, I want to speak to you, and I want to see your face."

Michonne smiled. She was going to be a smart-ass. She drew herself the best she could and under her picture she wrote, "There. Happy now?"

She heard him sigh. "That's not what I meant. Please just open the door."

He waited a few minutes and realized that she was actually serious. He left to go find a pen.

About a minute later, Michonne heard him sit down in the floor.

He wrote "My handwriting is awful."

"Well, write neater."

Rick wrote back, "Fine. You know I could just come in, right? Is there even a lock on your door?

Michonne replied "Try to open it and see what happens." He could come in if he really wanted to; there wasn't even a lock on the door.

Rick took this as "don't open my fucking door, or I will slice your head off", so he didn't dare try it.

Rick wrote, "I know you're pissed at me. I'm sorry."

"Rick, it's not so much that I'm pissed. I'm hurt..."

"I'm sorry", he wrote.

"I know."

"So do you accept my apology?" He slid the paper back to her.

"I don't know if I can. If you really are sorry, show me."

"How? You don't even want to look at me."

Michonne wrote, "I don't know. You'll figure it out."

"Will you give me a second chance?"

"Should I?" She slid the paper under the door.

Michonne heard Carl say, "Dad, what are you doing, and why are you sitting outside of her room like a creep?"

Carl was obviously still angry with his dad.

"I'm talking to her", Rick replied. "What are you doing up?"

"I had to go to the bathroom. If you're talking to her, why is she out there and you're out here?"

"She told me if I wanted to talk to her, I had to do it like this. Well, I'm writing to her."

"Is he bothering you, Michonne?", she heard Carl ask her.

"No, I'm not bothering her, Carl", Rick told him.

"I wasn't asking you. Is he bothering you, Michonne?", he repeated.

"No, Carl. It's okay. Thank you", Michonne told him. She heard Carl walk away without saying another word to his father. Michonne smiled. Carl really was going to make sure that Rick didn't hurt her again.

Rick slid the paper under the door. He wrote " No. I don't deserve a second chance, I know I don't, but I'm asking you. I'm BEGGING you. PLEASE."

"Prove to me that you deserve a second chance."

When she slid the paper under the door, she didn't move her hand fast enough and Rick grabbed it. She heard him pick up the paper to read her reply.

"I love you", Rick told her. A few seconds later, he released her hand. If only Rick would have known how bad she wanted to say it back.

"Show me, Rick. Prove it to me", she told him. This was the first time she spoke to Rick.

"Open the door."

"I can't", she told him.

"Why not?"

She ignored his question, and said "I'm going to bed."

"Michonne, wait. Please don't. I don't want to stop talking to you."

"Good Night, Rick."

"Please", she heard him say.

She walked to her bed, and sat down. He loved her; as soon as he said it, Michonne had her hand on the doorknob, but she took her hand off of it. Rick really did have to prove himself to her. She loved him too. Michonne wasn't trying to be immature or mean by not opening the door; she was simply just showing Rick how it could have been. She was showing Rick how it could have been if he lost her for good.