You Don't Know Her Like I Do
Daryl glanced at his phone as it started to ring on the bed beside him, where she used to sleep. He saw Rick's number pop up and sighed as he reached for it and picked it up. "Hey man," he spoke into the phone. It was good to know that he had friends who cared, but he knew what Rick was calling about and honestly, he didn't want to hear any of it. He'd already heard it from Merle and Glenn earlier.
Beth had left him, and honestly, it was his own damn fault, but he was missing her like hell. He didn't want to talk about it because honestly he didn't want to hear someone tell him that it was going to stop hurting eventually, or that she wasn't worth it.
They wanted him to forget about her, but he couldn't do that. He was drowning in the memories of her and they were never going to understand that. They just wanted him to move on and go out to the bar and get wasted with them. But he couldn't do that. They'd been through so much. She'd been there when he'd finally gotten up the balls to tell his old man off and move out of his house. Or when they moved in together and had to live off of ramen noodles and PB&Js for the first year. She'd been his best friend and now she was gone.
His friends couldn't help him, even though they wanted to. The only way things were going to get better would be for her to come back. He'd really fucked up. He hung up the phone after a pointless conversation with Rick and went into his photos. He should have deleted them, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. He needed her back. They didn't know her like he did; they didn't know how much he had to lose. He really didn't think they knew how much he really loved that girl.