Say the Words
Daryl looked at her, lying in his arms asleep. He'd never needed anyone like he needed Beth. It had been hell while she'd been gone. He'd beaten himself up every day. He hadn't realized that he needed her there to save him, to pull him back from the brink. That's what she did, every day. And every day since he'd gotten her back he was doing everything he could to stand in her way, to keep her from leaving. He couldn't handle that. He stared down at her and sighed. He knew he loved her, he loved her like he never loved anyone before. He hoped she knew that. He didn't think he could say the words, didn't think he could tell her the truth. What good would it do either of them in a world where tomorrow wasn't promised? Then again, if she did need to hear the words, he'd scream it at the top of his lungs for the world to hear, he'd send a prayer up to a god he didn't believe in if it would keep her beside him. He would prove to her that they were meant to be together, but he couldn't say the words.