Acceptance


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"I know how the safety works."

The door closes behind Rick, behind Daryl, and Andrea's brave face crumples. Just for a minute. Just for a few seconds, really, and Michonne's hand covers hers, stills the gun in her hand. "You don't have to do it."

Andrea's eyes glitter with heat, brim with pain, soften. "I do, and you have to let me."

Sobs keep building behind Michonne's trembling lips, rising and cresting as powerful as any ocean's waves. Blood slicks her fingers, warm and rich. Works its insidious way beneath her fingernails and stains her skin. "Andrea, I…"

"Me, too."


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