I found myself in Michonne's living room, tears rolling down my cheeks.

"Are you going to do it or what?" I asked her.

"Do what"– she asked confused.

"Just be quick," I said and closed my eyes tight.

"I won't kill you," said Michonne. I opened my eyes. She was looking at me like I was an idiot. Of course, I was.

"You won't?"

"No! How could you think that? Just… calm down first, okay? All I want is to talk to you," she said soothingly, while she sat next to me on the couch.

I took a deep breath and wiped away my tears. She started to stroke my back.

"Calm down," she said. "How could you think that I would kill you? In my living room? While my kids are sleeping upstairs?"

"Sorry. I can't think straight."

"Okay. So, what's this thing about?"

I took a deep breath again. I told her the whole story about Daryl and how he and Carol deceived me then I told everything about Negan.

"So, the night of the storm. Feels like I'm the one who put you in this misery. Maybe if I don't send you back to the cell…" she said.

"It's not your fault. Not anyone's. Probably it would have happened anyway, eventually."

"I just don't understand… Are you out of your mind? I'm still having nightmares about that night when he… when he…" she stood up, started pacing. Obviously, she was thinking about Glenn and Abraham.

"I know, I'm so sorry. I can't tell how deeply sorry I am," I stood up too.

"How can you love him?!"

"I'm not even sure I love him… It's all confusing."

She took a deep breath, then exhaled it slowly.

"You can't be happy with him. You know that, don't you? He won't come out of the cell, ever. It was Carl's and Rick's wish. He stays alive, but in the prison, so he can see that he was wrong about everything."

"He already knows that…" I said quietly.

"What?" asked Michonne in a demanding voice, I felt like I said something wrong.

"Nothing. You are right. I know."

Michonne sighed and stepped closer to me, caressing my cheek.

"I'm so sorry you had to go through this, Quinn," she said so soothingly, I almost felt calm. Almost.

"It's all my fault. I always fall in love with the wrong guy," I smiled sadly. Michonne smiled sadly too.

"I don't want to do this to you, Quinn… but I have to make a decision," she said seriously.

I looked at her desperately. She continued.

"I have to ask you, to move to the Kingdom. Go, be with Carol. She will help you get through this. You said she was your only friend."

"A friend, who betrayed me."

"Sounded like she wanted to help you, to distract you from Negan. And I'm doing the same thing."

Felt like my heart fell out of my chest. I completely understood her point. She was right. I nodded my head, tears started to roll down my cheeks again. Michonne hugged me, stroked my back.

"You can pack your stuff tomorrow and leave," she said quietly.

"Can I… at least… say goodbye to him?" I asked, swallowing back my tears.

"I think, I can let you do that," she said, nodding. From the corner of my eye, I spotted Judith, listening at the top of the stairs.

I looked at Michonne, nodded my head, and turned around to leave.

"I still don't understand how could you think that I would kill you. We didn't even kill Negan who did so much worse things."

Looking back, it really sounds stupid. But at the same time, I'm pretty sure Maggie wouldn't be so understanding.

Michonne sighed.

"Don't ever think again that I would kill you," she said.

"Thank you," I said quietly and left.

Eugene was waiting outside.

"Are you still here?" I asked him.

"Oh great, I'm glad you are alive."

"She wants me to move to the Kingdom."

"That's logical."

"I know. Feelings are not logical."

"I can't debate that."

"Thank you for being kind to me," I said.

"Well, I was hoping to get a new friend, but I guess it's a fast goodbye."

"You are my friend, Eugene," I smiled at him. "Good night."

"Good night," he stopped for a moment. Turned to me again. "Take care, Quinn. You'll get through this. You are strong."

I smiled sadly and shook my head. He nodded and left me on the street.

I took some deep breathes, then I headed to Negan's cell. This will be the last time I see him.

I stopped and took some deep breaths again. When I got closer, I saw him at the window, grabbing the iron bars on it, staring at me. We looked each other in the eye for a long minute, I saw the worry in his eyes. I went down to his cell.

"What happened?" he asked, coming to the bars immediately. My face must have looked terrible after crying so much.

I sighed, looked him in the eye.

"Michonne sent me away. I have to move to the Kingdom. You backed away anyway, so I don't expect anything from you. I just came to say goodbye."

He took my hand, started to caress it. I wiped away a couple of tears again.

"I didn't want this," he said quietly, staring at me steadily.

"I know you didn't want anything. I have bad luck with guys, I guess."

"I didn't mean that. I mean I didn't want to cause you pain. And I didn't want you to leave. I know how much you suffered because of Dixon, I never wanted to hurt you like that."

"Well, you managed."

I took my hand away, but he grabbed it again.

"Come in," he said.

"What?"

"Come into the cell."

I hesitated. He pulled me closer and took the key out of my pocket. He was looking into my eyes while he took it, then he opened the cell, pulled me in, and locked it again. He was holding my hand.

"I'm sorry I said terrible things to you. I wanted to push you away. That was the only reason. I didn't want to get you into trouble."

"Whatever, it doesn't matter now… Maybe we won't see each other ever again. Don't make it even harder."

He put his finger under my chin and made me look at him.

"I fell in love with you, Quinn. I'm sorry," he said, then slowly kissed me. This was the saddest kiss I have ever had. I hugged him tightly. That one kiss felt like it was stuck in time and continued forever.

After a while, I slowly backed away.

"I don't know what to think anymore. I don't understand you," I said quietly.

"You don't have to. Just know that I will do anything to get out of here and find you."

"What happened to the frigid bitch thing?" I asked, smiling sadly.

"For fuck's sake…" he sighed angrily, but he wasn't angry with me this time, he was angry with himself. "You know that I didn't mean that, I wanted to scare you away."

"Yeah, yeah… So, what has changed? You are acting like a completely different person," I told him. This Romeo attitude didn't really seem like him.

"I just realized how much time we wasted being angry with each other. And I regret it. All of it," Negan looked sincere this time, just like when he helped me during the storm. I frowned my eyebrows. He was looking me in the eye the entire time, I felt he was telling the truth. He loves me.

"You promise? To get out and find me," I asked him. I needed to hear.

"I promise," he looked very serious. "I will do whatever it takes to earn their trust, so I can be free."

I nodded my head. I sighed.

"Just… don't die," I said and started to back away. I let go of his hand, turned around opened the cell, and stepped out. I locked it back. He came to the bars and looked me in the eye. I could watch him forever.

"Goodbye," I said and left. When I got out, I heard him kicking his bed and cursing. My tears started to fall again. I ran to my house. I was sobbing while I packed my stuff. The sun was about to rise. I left immediately, without sleeping.

I ran to the road while dawn was breaking.

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(Author's notes: Listen to "Goodbye" by Avril Lavigne. Thank You for reading! 3)