You could hardly believe how much you missed this song. How the words made you feel alive again, instead of just surviving. When the song was over you quickly put it on repeat, ready to give yourself over to all the emotions that the familiar song sent flooding over you. Letting yourself get lost in the music and the memories, you closed your eyes and gently swayed from side to side in unison with the melody playing in your ears. You began singing along to the lyrics that had long since been burned into your heart, as well as your mind. Since you finished the task of hanging the laundry, you allowed yourself to dance around the sheets that were hanging from the clothesline. You even raised you're your arms above your head as you swayed, and once or twice seductively twisted your hips. In the middle of probably the fourth play of the song, you were horror-struck when you heard the thunderous voice of a man coming from directly behind you….
"My fucking my. What the fuck do we have here? Have I died and gone to heaven? Cause I know I'm looking at a gen-u-ine Fuck-ing angel!"
Acting on protective impulse, and in the space of mere seconds, you turned swiftly around causing you to slam into a man… or was it a brick wall? Might as well been a wall for the tall sturdy man didn't budge an inch. Stunned, you instinctively slapped him hard across in the face, wincing at the pain the action caused to your hand. Shaking from the rush of adrenaline, you were ready to raise some holy hell at this man for not only coming into your yard and scaring you shitless, but for overstepping traditional boundaries by standing way too close to you. He was invading every inch of your personal space; barely giving you room to breath. However, as your gaze lifted to meet his, every angry curse word and sassy remark that you were about to spew at him… simply disappeared. It was as though your brain temporarily stopped working. You just stood there like a mute, not able to form a thought, let alone words. It was as if someone suddenly hit the slow-motion button on your DVR. For what felt like minutes, but was actually only a few seconds, you just stood there staring at this man like a statue.
He was definitely older than you were but not by much. With a head full of dark hair that was slicked back, and a neatly trimmed beard with touches of grey… he couldn't be more than ten maybe fifteen years your senior. However, it wasn't his obvious good looks or the fact that he was at least a foot taller than you were that had you momentarily paralyzed. It was his eyes… a milk chocolate color that seemed loosely familiar. In those seconds when you were staring up into his eyes, you felt something stir deep inside your soul. Something that you hadn't felt since the dead started turning into monsters. You had only ever felt it once before. It was a sort-of "pull", like a magnet being drawn to metal.
When you finally snapped out of the "trance" you were in, he broke his gaze by looking away and clearing his throat. When your eyes met his again, it was as if another man was looking at you. His eyes seemed darker… and full of hate. The change was so drastic that you even backed up a little, nearly falling as you tripped over the large basket that was still on the ground. Before you knew what was happening, the strange man reached out and caught you. Instantaneously, something changed in his eyes yet again. Sprawled across his face was a dashing and carefree grin that formed dimples on his ruggedly handsome face. Flashing an impressive smile, he stared down at you with eyes that were literally fucking gleaming!
It was then that you realized that his arm was still around your waist from preventing you from falling back. When it was obvious that he should have removed it by now, and you put your hand on his wrist to try to push his arm away. Of course, it didn't work since he was much stronger than you were. You tried to ignore the electrical spark you felt when your skin touched his. Starting to get annoyed that he still had not let you go, you were about to say something sarcastic when his smile grew even wider. You couldn't help but notice the fact that he seemed to be enjoying the current situation way too much. You hated to admit it but there was definitely an attraction, as a familiar ache crept into your belly. Before you could get a word out, he interrupted you with a strong and gravely voice, "Well hello there Angel Tits. I'm Negan. Nice to fucking meet ya!"