Who Would You Choose?
"So, I know about Zach and Jimmy, were there any others?" Daryl asked, looking at her.
Beth sighed a little and nodded her head. "One other. We met our freshman year of high school." She smiled a little and leaned back against the tree. "We were high school sweethearts, he was, he was just perfect." Her smile turned sad. "His name was Norman…he uh…he died in a car crash our junior year. He was on his way to pick me up for prom." She looked at the ground and sighed. "I cried for about a week, didn't leave my room, wouldn't eat, wouldn't sleep, nothing. Jimmy…Jimmy was like a grief rebound."
Daryl looked at her. "If he were here right now, who would you chose?" he asked.
Beth's jaw dropped and she looked at him. "Excuse me?"
"If Norman was here, would you chose him, or me?"
Beth slapped him, hard before getting up and walking off. How could he even ask her that? He was so stupid.
Daryl glared watching her leave. Maybe he'd crossed a line, but he didn't care. He'd had to know, and now he did. If Norman was still around, Beth would chose him. Her reaction had told him that much. He was about to get up and head back to camp when she came back. "You're a fucking idiot," she told him. "I don't know who I would chose if he was here. We probably would still be together." She ran a hand through her hair. "But he's not here. You are, I'm with you. Why can't be enough?" Tears were falling down her eyes. "I love you, can't that be enough?"
Daryl felt like an ass. He sighed and stood up, pulling her into him. "I'm sorry," he whispered. She gripped the front of his shirt and held on tight. "I'm sorry."