My eyes skimmed the lines of the pages as I turned them again and again. Carl was next to me, leaning over my shoulder to see the journal in my lap. I could recollect a lot now. Some special incidents and situations that I must have scribbled down in excitement. My handwriting was strange, sometimes turning to big block letters and sometimes a pretty cursive. I felt good, calm. My life was falling back into place. I had almost forgotten the incident with father and that provided me warmth. I turned over the last page and smiled, satisfyingly.

I glanced at Carl who was smiling too.

"Now about that picture of my Mom" I said. He nodded and got up from the couch. The warmth went away and I sighed. Carl came back to the room after a minute holding an album.

"There you go" He said and handed it to me. I glanced at the picture and smiled. Mom was beautiful. She seemed like an angel in the picture.

"Kids, we have to leave now, sorry" I heard Carl's dad as he came into the room "We can't find any food or water"

"Maybe we can search the other apartments" Carl said when he noticed my disappointment at leaving.

"No, it's fine Carl. We can go" I said to him "I don't mind"

"But Natalie, this is your house" He said.

"And I'm glad I got to see it but we need to go somewhere safer, with people. We know about Terminus, let's just go there" I said.

"She's right" Michonne said and brought packed bags "Sooner we leave, the faster she gets medical attention. Don't forget you're not fully healed"

"I'll just go change" I said and went to my room. The bed had a big red spot on it from earlier but I overlooked it and opened my cupboard. My clothes were too tight and short so I took some of my Mom's. I slipped on a jacket over a flannel and wore jeans. It was starting to get cold.

"I'm ready" I said and approached them and then after casting a final glance back at my apartment, we left.

"I'm going to go set up some snares" Rick said and left with Michonne. I sat down on the ground and glanced at Carl. He was staring at the fire intently.

"What's wrong?" I found myself asking. His head snapped towards me and he shrugged "Just thinking"

"About what?" I asked.

"Nothing" He mumbled and got up.

"Where you going?" I said.

"I'll be back" He said over his shoulder and left the campsite. I saw him trudge away and out of curiosity, I followed. I crouched down behind a bush and saw Carl and Michonne.

"I know but I-"I heard Carl say. They were too far away for me to hear anything so I tiptoed forward until I was right next to me, hidden by the bark of a tree.

"But what if she doesn't anymore?" I heard Carl cry.

"Carl, she will. You're a wonderful person and you're not bad-looking. She wouldn't be able to help it" Michonne said.

"I don't want her to" Carl said.

"Just because she gets her memory back wouldn't distance her from you!" Michonne said.

"But it will! She likes me; the way she is now, likes me. If she remembers everything she'll remember all the things I've done wrong, all my flaws and she'll stop liking me! I don't want that to happen" he cried.

Ohh….

"Carl, you're being ridiculous. You're lovely and her friendship with you will not be affected. Nothing can change it"

"But it already changed! She forgot me!" Carl argued.

"If you don't want her to remember why did you tell her about the diary?" Michonne asked exactly what was thinking.

"Because I want what's best for her" He mumbled but I didn't hear the rest. I ran back to camp and sank down, staring at the fire, wondering what I was possibly gonna do.

A/N: Thoughts?