AN: hey sorry this is so short :/
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Chapter 6
He could sense her a mile away. Her presence seemed to wash over him, telling him she was near.
He could sense her apprehension, her confusion. She needed to see him as much he needed to see her. She was scared, as she watched the scenery drive by, but she wasn't letting that stop her. She wanted to be strong, she was going to pretend to be strong until she was, she needed to understand what was happening.
She'd felt, as though she wasn't alone, the night with Ed. Somehow she was open to Daryl, in a way that no one else ever had.
He could sense in her, an openess, a receptiveness to what he would tell her. She would believe him, because somehow all her life, she'd known she wasn't alone.
When Rick's car pulled in the long gate, he was sitting on the front porch waiting, his stomach a churning riot of emotion. This would change everything. Change his life. He knew that now. His destiny was laid out before him.
Rick pulled to a stops and she stared at him, there was no surprise at having seen him in the hallway at the hospital, showing on her face.
She was saying something to Rick, who sighed but she got out of the car on her own.
Her steps slightly hesistant, she was still traumatized over what happened to her. She wanted above all else to be strong, that thought echoed in her mind. She didn't realize she already was, she didn't need to put on the brave face for the rest of the world.
His head snapped up when he felt something else, brewing just under the surface of her emotions. Lust. She was attracted to him. He felt heat pool in his groin. Flashes of her body stretched out below him, flashing in his mind's eye.
She had her hair pulled back, but the wind was whipping small flyway tendrils across her face. She stopped directly in front of him, staring in to his eyes.
All his life he felt it, anytime he was with anyone else. A discomfort around him, an awkward feeling that his he seemed to inspire in people. She was only curious, thoughtful. She felt at peace with him.
He reached out and tucked her hair behind her ear, his hand cupping her cheek and examining the bruising that marred her face. A horrifying reminder of all that she survived.
"It's you," she whispered. She bit her lip, as though trying to figure out what to say. "Somehow, I knew it would be you." she paused staring down at the ground, then looked back up at him.
"I've dreamed of you." She whispered "All my life."