(Author's notes: Listen to "I hate everything about you" by Three Days Grace. Since it shows Quinn's feelings, I recommend listening to a female cover, like the one by Violet Orlandi on YT)

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Days passed like this. Weeks.

I gave him food without even looking at each other.

I caught Judith talking to him regularly.

One day I was gardening when she approached me.

"Hi!" she greeted me.

"Hi!" I stood up and looked at her. "What's up?"

She seemed to be thinking very hard.

"I think Negan's sad."

"No, he's just tired of being in the cell."

She seemed to think about this for a moment.

"I don't think that's the problem. He was funny before, but lately… I know I shouldn't talk to him but he is funny and now he is not… I think he is sad because of you."

"Why? He doesn't like the food I bring?"

"He likes that so much, he always says you cook very well."

"Are you two talking about me?"

She came closer to me.

"I know," she said. What the hell? She can't be talking about that. What does she know? She came even closer.

"I know you and Negan are in love," she whispered.

I started to laugh nervously.

"What are you talking about?"

"I heard you talking. And Negan was reacting just like this when I told him."

I froze.

"Did you tell your mom?"

"No. I don't want to cause trouble. But I think you should do something because Negan is so sad."

"Hey, I'm so sad, because he hurt my feelings. He should do something. But he won't. He isn't in love."

I continued it in my head: he just wanted to have sex, because he has been locked up for so long.

"Just talk to him."

"Tell him that too."

"I did."

She said, then left. What the hell? A little girl manages my love life? I mean my non-existent love life. I sighed. I prepared Negan his lunch and went down.

I had to force myself to look at him. He was lying on his bed. He didn't come to the iron bars anymore.

"Did Judith talk to you, too?" I asked him.

"Yes."

That's it. Talkative.

"She said I should talk to you…"

"You don't have to if you don't want to."

My face went red.

"Actually, I wanted…"

He looked at me, sat up on the bed.

"You should have a haircut and your beard is getting messy again…" I improvised while my face went even more red. I couldn't bring myself to talk about what happened. He nodded and I hurried back to my house to get the blade and scissors.

I couldn't trust him anymore. I hurried down to the cell so I can shave him fast and leave again.

"Can you come here so I can tie your hands?" I asked while looking at the key in my hand.

He came to the bars and stretched out his hands. I tied him, then I went into the cell, locked it behind me. Negan sat down on his bed. I started to cut his beard. My face was so close to his.

When I started, he was looking out the window, but after a while, he started to look at me. I looked into his brown eyes, then I continued shaving his face. He was devilishly handsome.

We didn't say a word.

I cut his hair too. When I finished, I went out, locked the cell, then untied his hands through the bars. I left without a word.

Judith was waiting for me in my garden.

"Did you talk to him?"

"Not really. He didn't want to."

"He told me you can't be together because it's dangerous, but I think my mom starts to care about Negan less. Also, they say Maggie is thinking about leaving. You two are both sad and I want you to be happy. No one deserves to be sad."

"You are a little angel. Don't tell your mom, okay?"

"Okay…" she sighed and left.

Maggie wants to leave? And Daryl is out in the woods. And Judith said Michonne doesn't care about Negan. Maybe…?

The more I thought about it, the more sense it made. Negan was rude to me to make me stay away, so we won't be in danger. It's not possible that he didn't feel anything.

I just realized that. I know, I'm stupid… Or just lost.

And now that nobody cares about him maybe, it's not dangerous?

I prepared his dinner fast and stormed down to his cell.

He was sitting on his bed. I entered his cell and locked it behind me.

"Don't tell me you didn't feel anything!"

"Well, I'm a man… I feel things…"

"Stop this asshole attitude! I know you did it to keep me away! Maggie is thinking about leaving! Daryl is in the woods! Michonne is giving a shit about you! I want you to tell me right now, you didn't feel anything!"

He stood up slowly and took a couple of steps towards me.

"Tell me you didn't feel anything when I stuck here because of the storm! Tell me, you didn't feel anything when you kissed me!"

"I did feel something."

"Besides a boner?"

He smiled but didn't answer. I was furious.

"Why did you even kiss me?!" I was almost yelling at him.

He noticed it and made a movement with his hand to hush me.

"Don't be so loud. Someone might hear," he said.

I was looking at him furiously, waiting for the answer.

He sighed.

"It doesn't matter if I feel anything. We can't be together. You were right, it's dangerous."

"Then why did you kiss me?! I don't take that bullshit anymore that you wanted to trick me into having sex!"

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He started pacing with his hands in his pocket.

"Please, don't do this…" he said quietly.

I nodded my head, turned around, and left his cell.

"Enjoy your meal," I said and headed upstairs. He opened his mouth to say something, but then he closed it.

I couldn't decide whether to laugh or cry.

He did feel something, but now he was so resistant. I don't understand. What the hell is wrong with him? What the hell is wrong with me? Probably I should forget about that stormy night and those two kisses. Like they never happened.

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(Author's notes: Here it comes, I love this song: "Behind these hazel eyes" by Kelly Clarkson. Thank You for reading! 3)