"A ship is always safe at the shore - but that is NOT what it is built for."

Albert Einstein

About seven months had passed since we last saw the Governor, we hadn't known anything of him since he attacked us that day and went completely crazy. Michonne had looked for him all this time but she always comes back disappointed.

Things have changed greatly. We are now a community, everyone knows each other, everyone works for the greater good and for once, things are working out. Some people had died during runs, that's inevitable but the prison is safe.

When we go out we just don't look for food, supplies, clothes, ammunition and medicine. We also look for people, and we have brought many people back here, making our community grow, we just make them three simple questions.

How many walkers have you killed?

How many people have you killed?

Why?

Rick surprisingly stepped aside and instead of making the decisions by himself, they were discussed by the council, and together they made the decision. It was a good thing for Rick, he was more relaxed these days and he usually stayed inside the walls of the prison and almost never uses his gun, actually he hasn't used it in over four months, he usually just tends the crops, he has pretty much become a farmer.

"Cici," I opened my eyes to see Glenn by the door. I grunted at him. "Time to wake up."

I wanted to keep sleeping but I knew it was time. I changed my shirt and put on the same jeans I worn yesterday, put my hair in a bun and hurried downstairs, where I saw Carl just walking out of his cell as well.

"Glenn woke you up?" he asked me.

"I assume he woke you up too," I said, smiling at him.

"No, but he almost did. He went to your cell first."

Carl and I grabbed an apple each and went outside, where the crops and the pig pen were. Sure enough, Rick was there. He turned around and saw us walking to him.

"You didn't wake me up!" Carl exclaimed.
"Because I knew you were up all night reading comics with a flashlight," he replied and I chuckled. "And I'm making you responsible for this."

"Me? Why?"

"I know the two of you stay up late together, I can hear you talk, you know?"
"What's up with Violet?" Carl asked quickly, seeing the pig lying on the mud. Oh yeah, we have pigs now.

"Carl, I told you not to name them," Rick said to him. "They're not piglets anymore. They're food."
"I just thought, uh, you know, until... Okay."
"I don't know what's going on with her, Could be sick, could be nothing. Feel better... Violet." I smiled at Rick and he smiled at the two of us. "Come on, let's get to it."

"Actually, I'm a bit hungry, I'll join you later," I said quickly.

"You just ate an apple!" Carl told me quickly.

"I'll be back soon, I promise," I told him. "And if I don't, you can go for me."

"Dad, she always gets away from it!" Carl whined.

"I'll give you twenty minutes," Rick said to me. "If you are not back by then, you'll do Carl's chores, okay?"

"Ugh, alright. I promise I'll be back."

Right outside of the prison, where there was no grass, we had built a common area so everybody could eat together. We had lots of tables and chairs and we also cooked there. It was pretty nice because you didn't have to be inside four walls to eat or cook.

"Hey," I exclaimed as I saw Daryl walking into the dining area, he finally woke up.

"Morning," he muttered to me.

Daryl's hair had grown a lot, making him just more handsome, who could have known long hair suit him so well? I always like to play with it and he likes to play with mine, which had barely grown lately.
"Morning, Daryl!"
"Morning, Cecilia, Daryl!"
"Hey, Daryl!"

It was quite ironic but Daryl was really popular and loved by the people here, he had found most of them and brought them here. He never would admit it but I knew he had a big heart in him, maybe bigger than anyone's here.

"Come on, don't ignore them," I told him. "You're like their hero, you rescued them, you keep them fed and safe, you have to learn to live with the love."

"I have more than enough with yours," Daryl muttered stubbornly.

"You can always have more, there is never enough love."

"Says the girl that refused to accept love," Daryl muttered.

"Well, I've learnt to accept it and live with it." I shrugged

More people greeted Daryl and he just muttered a quiet 'morning' to them but it was something, we both approached the 'kitchen', where my mum was cooking breakfast.

It hasn't been easy but we are on very good terms with my mum now, like Michonne said, I had to forgive her to have inner peace and I did get it when I let go everything she did to me, it's in the past now and it feels good to finally have a mum.

She and Daryl are good now as well, all the awkwardness and tension and anger are gone, left in the past. Even I stand Axel now, he's a good man but I would still prefer my mum to be with someone different, at least he doesn't beat her.

"Smells good," Daryl commented as he grabbed a small bowl and some food with his hands.

I rolled my eyes, grabbed a plate too but grabbed the food with a fork.
"I need you to see something," my mum said to the both of us but mostly to Daryl. I can tell it's still a bit weird for my mum that we are together but she's taken it so well lately. "Patrick, you want to take over?"

"Yes, ma'am," a teenage boy said. He wore glasses and was a bit immature for his age but he was a nice kid. I smiled at him just as we were about to follow my mum. "Uh, Mr. Dixon," he said nervously, stopping us from going, Daryl looked up at him, wondering what he wanted. "I just wanted to thank you for bringing that deer back yesterday. It was a real treat, sir, and I'd be honoured to shake your hand."

Like I said, he was their hero, even if he wanted it or not. Daryl looked a bit hesitantly at first as Patrick stuck out his hand, then Daryl started licking finger by finger and I just looked at him like he was crazy. I looked in disgust as Patrick excitedly accepted the handshake with a big grin on his lips.

"Can't believe you did that," I exclaimed as we walked away, I glanced back and Patrick still had the smile on his face.

"What? He wanted to shake my hand and it was greasy."

"You could be more... civilized."

"I am," he muttered as he kept eating with his finger.

"Sure," I said sarcastically.

My mother led us to the other side of the prison, with every step we took the moans of several walkers got louder and louder.
"The thing is, we had a pretty big build-up overnight," she said. "Dozens more towards tower three. It's getting as bad as last month, they don't spread out anymore."

I looked in front of me and there were at least sixty walkers out there, everyday people stab them with tools through the fence and when it's safe people put them in the pick-up and they are taken far away, sometimes we burn them, sometimes we just leave them away from here. If we left them outside just like that this place would smell horribly and everything would get contaminated, it just wouldn't be nice.
"With more of us sitting here, we're drawing more of them out. You get enough of those damn fence-clingers, they start to herd up," Daryl said as he finished chewing.

"Pushing against the fences again. It's manageable, but unless we get ahead of it, not for long."
Then I saw Rick, making me choke on my food, I stuffed the rest of it in my mouth and handed the empty plate to my mother, I waved at them as I ran away, not being able to talk as it was full of food.

"Am I late?" I asked Rick when I got there, he looked serious, making me think I had earned doing Carl's chores but then he smiled at me. "Almost but no, go on."

I joined Carl and he just glared at me, I just stuck out my tongue at him. Truth was that I didn't need to do this because I was leaving on a run soon but I skipped it two days in a row so I had to do it or I wouldn't be allowed to go.

Cleaning up after the animals wasn't a nice task but it had to be done and it wasn't like I had to do it everyday, plus I had Carl to make me company.
I really was relieved Carl was more relaxed now, he didn't have so much hatred and fury built up inside of him. It almost was like he had become a kid again and I really liked that. That's why I don't say anything to Carl when we stay up late at night reading comics even when I know we'll regret it the next morning or why I never refuse to play any kind of game with him, actually I urge him to play, I just want him to be a kid while he can.

"When are you leaving?" Carl asked me about thirty minutes later.

"Soon," I told him with a smirk.

"Why do you always get away from this? It's not fair."

I also loved that Carl wasn't interested in going on runs or going where the adults go, like he wanted to do months ago, now he is pretty much like Rick. He stays in the prison, helps around and just relaxes, as much as one can relax in this world.

I'm also more relaxed but I couldn't live without going on runs, out of all the things we have to do around here, that's my favourite, just go out and do something different. Michonne says I love danger too much and maybe she's right, I just hate the monotony and being inside one place for too long.

"Cici, they are getting ready, you are free to go," Rick told me, making me smile but Carl just glared at me. "I expect you to make it up, though."

"Of course."

I put the shovel back in its place, cleaned my shoes and my hands and ran to where we leave the cars, as I arrived I saw Zach, a brunet guy we found about four months ago, kissing Beth on the lips.

"Get a room!" I exclaimed, Zach and Beth just pulled away and glared at me.

Well, it looks like everyone is glaring at me today. I sat on the back of the pick-up and just raised my hands in surrender, leaving them to talk, apparently the lover boy was coming to the run and was just letting Beth know.
"Okay, are you gonna say good-bye?" Zach exclaimed as Beth walked away.

"Nope!" she said loudly, not even looking back at him.
"It's like a damn romance novel," Daryl muttered, making me chuckle. "I'm just glad we aren't like that."

"I hope we aren't," I commented. "What if we are just like them or worse and we just don't know it?"

"I'm still here, you know?" Zach commented.

Daryl said nothing else, he just walked away to go bring more stuff. I pat Zach on the back and went for my own stuff. I ran all the way to my cell, grabbed my gun, my knife and my crossbow, which I can use it almost perfectly now, I'm far from being as good as Daryl but I'm good enough now.

When I got outside again, Daryl was already on his bike and everyone else was inside the cars, and they were already driving towards the exit. I sighed and ran all the way there but I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw Michonne.

"Didn't find him." I heard Michonne saying to Daryl and Rick.

Michonne had been in and out of the prison all these months, I went with her three or four times but then I just moved on, thinking it was best to just leave it. Sometimes Michonne leaves for a whole month and I hate being away from the team for that long.
"Glad to see you in one piece," I said smiling at her. "Took you longer this time."
"I'm thinking of looking over near Macon," Michonne told us, Rick looked down to the floor, not happy with that, Michonne noticed and got a bit a upset. "It's worth a shot!"

"Seventy miles of walkers. You might run into a few unneighborly types," Daryl muttered. "Is it?"

Daryl and Rick and pretty much everyone thought that going after the Governor was a waste of time, he could be anywhere, even dead.

"I'm gonna go check out the Big Spot, the one I was talking about, just seeing," Daryl told Rick.
"Yeah, I got to go out and check the snares. I don't want to lose whatever we catch to the walkers."
"I'll go," Michonne exclaimed quickly.

"You just got here!" Carl exclaimed, not looking happy.
"And I'll be back," Michonne said with a smile.
Michonne got into the pick-up, while I got on the bike, wrapping my arms around Daryl, I usually ride with Daryl but even after all this time I feel safer inside a car and Daryl knows that so from time to time he leaves the bike and drives a car.

It was quite sad that almost everybody thought Daryl and I were just being foolish and probably a bit delusional, and that we were going to break up after just a few weeks. The only people that had faith in us were Carl and Michonne. But now that months have passed and we just get stronger together people have just accepted us as a couple, despite how weird they find it.

We still don't feel comfortable being affectionate in front of people, we don't even hold hands, it's just the way we are. Daryl sometimes puts an arms around my shoulders or waist and I do the same but nothing else, not in front of people.

One time we were kissing in his cell, Beth and Amanda were looking for me and caught us, it was extremely embarrassing and they were quite shocked to see us kissing, Beth actually admitted she thought the most we do is just pecks and that was it, they told everyone and we couldn't live it down for weeks.

Amanda had actually gotten a boyfriend as well, Beth and I were relieved because she spent most of her time with him now. Her boyfriend was a young man with dark skin, his name was Andy. He was very cool, said he was a musician before, one of the most amazing things of him was his hair, which was in dreadlocks that reached his butt. He really was a cool guy that everyone loved from the moment they met him.

After about two hours, we finally made it to our destination. We were eight in total. Tyresse, Sasha, Zach, Glenn, Michonne, Bob, Daryl and I.

"Army came in and put these fences up, made it a place for the people to go" Daryl informed the rest, mostly Bob. A new guy Daryl found about a week ago. "Last week when we spotted this place, there was a bunch of walkers behind this chain-link keeping people out like a bunch of guard dogs."
"So they all just left?" he asked.

"Give a listen."
"You drew 'em out," Michonne said.
"Put a boom box out there three days ago," Sasha told her.
"Hooked it up to two car batteries," I added.
"All right, let's make a sweep," Daryl said, going through the fence and getting in. "Make sure it's safe. Grab what you can, we'll come back tomorrow with more people."

The place was full of army big tents and some cars, this place gave you chills like if it was hunted. There was something I didn't like about this place.

"Stay close to me," Daryl said in a lower tone as he turned to look at me, I nodded and followed him closely as all of us walked around the place.

There was nothing outside, just empty boxes all over the place and a body. Luckily our plan worked and all the walkers had left, when we got to the building Daryl hit the glass with his elbow, making noise to attract the walkers that were inside, we were almost sure there were a few in there.
"Just give it a second," he said.

He sat, resting his back against the window, I sat next to him, while Michonne paced around the place and Zach was leaning against the brick wall.
"Okay, I think I got it," he said and I just grinned, wanting to know what crazy idea he got now.
"Got what?" Michonne asked.

"I've been trying to guess what Daryl did before the turn," Zach said as he sat next to me and now Michonne leant on the wall.
"He's been trying to guess for, like, six weeks," Daryl said.

"And he's got such crazy ideas," I said with a chuckle. Last time he thought Daryl was a priest and he became all badass.
"Yeah, I'm pacing myself," Zach added. "One shot a day."
"All right, shoot," Daryl told the young guy, I was so anxious to hear this.
"Well, the way you are at the prison, you being on the council, you're able to track, you're helping people, but you're still being kind of surly," I couldn't help but chuckle at how this was starting, this guy was just hilarious. "Big swing here!"

"Alright, let's hear it!" I said, looking right at him.
"Homicide cop."

Michonne and I burst out laughing right away, I pat Zach on his shoulder. He always finds good reason why Daryl is what he thinks he is but he comes with so crazy ideas it's just hilarious. One time he thought Daryl was some kind of corrupted politician and another time he said Daryl was a retired model because of his hair and the way it almost always looks perfect.
"What's so funny?" Daryl asked Michonne and me, he was completely serious.

"Nothing," Michonne said, still with a big smile on her lips. "It makes perfect sense."

Her words just make me laugh even more, I was imagining Daryl being in like Law & Order, being something like Olivia Benson or something. That wasn't Daryl at all.
"Actually, the man's right," Daryl said. He was so serious I actually believed him for a while. "Undercover."
"Come on, really?" Zach asked in disbelief.

"Yep."

"What?" I asked chuckling a bit. "Yeah, right, you," I said pointing at him. "Undercover."
"Don't think so low of me, princess." He had started calling me that a few weeks ago, he was teasing me one day and I hated it so much, he just kept calling me that. I like to think I'm more like the warrior than the princess, who always needs to be rescued. "I just don't like to talk about it 'cause it was a lot of heavy shit, you know?"

"Dude, come on, really?"

Daryl turned to look at him like 'no-fucking-way', his face just made me laugh even more. But I couldn't deny Daryl was a very good actor, I would have smiled from the start, giving myself away.

"Okay," Zach muttered. "I'll just keep guessing, I guess."
"Yeah, you keep doing that," Daryl told him.

Then a few walkers started banging on the glass, Daryl immediately stood up and went to the door, knife in hand.
"Are you ready, Detective?" I asked him, as I walked behind him, maybe that could be my new nickname for him. Detective.

"Whenever you are, Sergeant," he said with a quick wink.

"Let's do it, then."

There weren't many walkers inside, we all killed one, except for Zach. Some of us dragged the bodies outside as the others, including me, had our weapons ready, looking around if no walkers were coming our way.
"All right, we go in, stay in formation for the sweep," Sasha exclaimed quickly. "After that, you all know what you're supposed to look for. Any questions?"

"Was there ever a time that you weren't the boss of me?" Tyresse asked her, Sasha could be really bossy sometimes.

"You had a few years before I was born," Sasha told him with a grin.

We walked inside the building, each one of us grabbed a cart. I needed to look for stuff for Judith and personal items.

I grabbed some formula and baby food, luckily Judith had started eating food and hopefully soon we won't need to look for formula and she will just eat the same food we eat. I also grabbed some small toys and quickly put them inside my backpack, everything was considerable small except the formula container, which I left in the cart.

As I walked down that aisle, I also found some clothes that could fit her. She was around eight months old and growing fast, luckily those were small too and fit in my backpack perfectly, which by now was almost full.

"Hey," Glenn told me as I walked close to him. "Check this out."

He threw something at me so fast I had some problem catching it, once I controlled it, I looked at it and grinned. It was a camera.

"I'm taking one, you should take that."

"I will," I said smiling, keeping it in my hand.

Then he walked past me and I noticed him looking at baby stuff, the expression on his face was of fear and uncertainty, I approached him and stood next to him.

"We are not sure yet," he whispered to me. "We already have Judith, we don't need more babies, you know?"

"Yeah, but if it happens, Judith could use a friend," I said with a shrug. "And we will all help you like we have helped Rick."

"I know, but this isn't a world to have kids" he told me completely serious. "How would you feel if you were pregnant?"

"I get your point," I told him. "I would certainly be scared and wouldn't want that."

"Maggie is not as worried as me, she..."

Our conversation was interrupted by glass shattering followed by a very loud noise, like if something fell. We looked at each other before running to the source of the noise, where we saw two fallen shelves. Tyresse, Daryl and Zach were already there, they picked up the first shelve and put it back in its place.

"If this thing had come down on you the wrong way..." Tyresse told the person who was trapped under the other shelf, it was Bob.

There was broken glass liquor all around him, he said he kind of drove into the shelf and it fell on him. Sounded a bit unlikely but now we had to save him.

Seconds later we heard another loud sound, but this one came from above us. We looked up and saw one of the most disgusting thing I had seen. A walker fell from the ceiling and was hanging from the roof by its guts. I covered my mouth to stop myself from puking. I was used to dead people, blood, rotten bodies but this was too much.

"Yeah, uh, we should probably go now," Glenn said.
"Bob's still stuck," Daryl exclaimed. "Get him out of there!"
"We'll get the others," Michonne said as a second walker fell down.

Only a couple of seconds later a third one fell from the ceiling, and soon another fell and another and another. About twenty walkers fell down in just a matter of seconds and the bad thing was that most of them didn't die, a few kind of exploded like balloons filled with water but most didn't.
I raised my crossbow and shot the four closest walkers to me, I went for the arrows but didn't shoot them again with them, I was taking so long by loading the crossbow so I put the crossbow belt on my shoulder and grabbed my gun, starting to shoot at them.

I killed around six that were in front of me then I turned around and came face to face with a nasty walker, part of its face was gone, he was bit there when he was human, before I could raise my gun the walker fell down to the floor, I noticed he had an arrow in the middle of its skull. I looked up at Daryl, who was on top of some boxes, shooting now with his gun, I nodded at him to thank him, grabbed the arrow and helped him kill the walkers around him.

It was then when we heard another loud sound coming from the ceiling, I looked up and saw through a big hole what I thought was a helicopter and the bad news were that it was going to fall on top of us.

"Daryl, go!" Glenn yelled, he was right behind me.

Daryl jumped off the boxes and ran to where Bob was, who was being attacked by a walker. Daryl grabbed it by its feet, dragging him away from Bob and then stepped on its face, killing it. Zach barely lifted the shelf while Daryl helped Bob to get out.

The ceiling creaked above us, I looked up and saw more parts of it falling down, I grabbed Daryl's wrist and pulled him with me, Bob was already free, he could go on his own now.

"Come on, time to go!" he shouted at the rest.

Our ears were filled by someone's screams, we all turned to look and it was Zach, being bitten in his calf. The young guy fell down on his stomach as he kept screaming. The walker then got on top of him and bit his neck making lots of blood flew out from the cut.

"Come on, Daryl!" I shouted, pulling him towards the exit.

"Let's go!" Glenn yelled to the others, running behind us.

The creaking got even louder and soon the ceiling completely collapsed, missing us just by a couple of feet. I didn't dare to look back, checking if everyone was behind me, safe, alive, or to see how everything was falling down, I just kept running.

As soon as we were out there, I allowed myself to collapse on the floor, breathing heavily, Bob fell down on his knees, while Sasha and Michonne bent their knees, and rested their hands on them as they panted while Tyresse, Daryl and Glenn just looked around, looking for more walkers.

"Come on," Daryl said to me, grabbing my hands and pulling me up. "We need to get out of here."

We got back to the prison just after dusk, to be honest I was a bit shaky and all I wanted was my bed and leave this behind us. We know about the dangers, the walkers but I had never expected them to fall technically from the sky, followed by a huge helicopter almost killing us all. We were lucky to come out of there alive.

"You need to eat something," my mum said to me, coming to my cell. "You haven't had lunch either."

"I'm not hungry," I muttered under my breath. "You have no idea how disgusting was seeing that walker hanging from its intestines."

"Well, then just eat a loaf of bread," she told me. "Karla made some today."

My mum didn't even ask me, she handed me the loaf and sat down in front of me, expecting me to eat it. I tried to eat it but I only managed about two bites before I set the remain of the loaf on the table next to my bed.

"Have you seen Rick?" I asked her. "I managed to get some stuff for Judith."

"I think he's in his cell," she told me, grabbing the loaf and eating a piece of it.

I thanked her for the bread as she stood up and left the room. Slowly I also stood up from the bed and grabbed the backpack filled with Judith's stuff, which was on the floor next to my bed. When I got it, I walked out quickly, I looked down to the first floor just before I started walking down the stairs but saw something that made me stop dead in my tracks.

Daryl's side was against the wall, his back was facing me but I could see Beth's head on his chest and her arms were around him, his arms weren't completely around her but he had his hand gripping her elbows.

I was never the jealous type, mostly because I never had something to be jealous about and I wouldn't say I was jealous now but I couldn't deny I didn't like what I was seeing. I certainly disliked seeing another girl in Daryl's arm.

When I saw they were pulling away, I tip-toed back inside my cell, about a minute or two later I heard footsteps going up the stairs. I decided I should probably go out again, as I did I saw Daryl going up, he smiled when he saw me.

"Hey," he said.

"Hey," I said with a small smile.

"Where are you going?"

Daryl stopped one step in front of me, so he was looking up at me now. He put his hands around my waist and I stiffened slightly but he didn't notice, I just couldn't help but remember Beth was in his arms only minutes ago. I was being ridiculous, I knew that, he wouldn't cheat on me, right?

"I got some things for Judith, I'm looking for Rick, have you seen him?"

"No, but he might be in his cell."

He smiled at me and pecked my lips, tightening his grip around me, bringing me closer to him. I hugged him back around his shoulders, being careful not to hit him with the backpack I was holding in my left hand.
"I'm glad you're okay," he muttered, looking up into my eyes. "I really thought we were going to die out there."

"I was so scared," I admitted. "But we made it out."

"Zach didn't, though. I was just informing Beth of his death," he said and I felt myself tense again. "Hey, are you okay?" It seemed this time he noticed.

"Yeah, I'm just, uh, going to miss him, you know? I'll miss his hilarious guesses about your life before this," I lied.

"Yeah, I'm a bit sad he died without finding out what I did," he told me. "Well, go find Rick and then go to my cell, alright?"

"Okay," I muttered.

Daryl pecked my lips before loosing his grip on me, I smiled down at him and then finally broke the hug. I walked to Rick's cell but didn't see him there, I continued to the kitchen, where he was having a talk with Hershel, while he had Judith in his arms.

"Sorry to interrupt but I just wanted to give you this," I said with a smile. "I can leave it in your cell if you want and you can give me the backpack tomorrow."

"That would be good, thank you, Cici," he said with a smile. "Hey, are you okay?"

"Yeah, just still a bit shocked about what happened today. You don't look so good either, you okay?"

Rick then told me he came across a woman in the woods, she kept the head of her walker husband and actually ambushed Rick, her plan was to feed the head with Rick's flesh, afterwards the woman stabbed herself. Hershel was trying to make Rick feel better about it.

Knowing I didn't have any good advice for Rick but Hershel was wise and could do that, I offered to take Judith to bed, I said good-night to the two men as I took Judith in my hands and walked out of there so they could talk.

I walked into Rick's cell and left my backpack on Rick's bed and then focused on Judith. Luckily she had been fed and was already sleepy. I swung her slightly as I hummed a melody to her, Judith tried to fight it but she fell asleep in just a matter of a couple of minutes.

I laid the blonde baby on her crib as I continued to hum so she wouldn't wake up. I covered her small body with a blanket, stroked her head and then left when I was sure she would keep asleep.

I went up the stairs and went to Daryl's cell like he told me to do, when he saw me Daryl pat the space next to him on the bed and I walked to him and sat down there.

"I thought you could sleep with me tonight," he said in a sleepy voice, his eyes were already closed.

Daryl and I still have our own separate cells but sometimes we spend the night together, we started doing that about two months ago and every time it happens more often, not that I was complaining or anything.

"Sure," I said.

I kissed his cheek before laying down next to him and getting under the covers, the bed was so small we barely could fit in it. My back was completely pressed against his chest, he put his left arms around me and then I heard him taking a deep breath.

I closed my eyes, feeling better now that I was in his arms. The first few times we slept together I felt a bit awkward but soon I got used to the feeling of being so close to him and before I knew it I was getting addicted to it. Now I hated spending the nights alone in my bed, feeling like it was just too big for me.

I smiled and grabbed the hand that was on me, intertwining our finger together, Daryl said or did nothing, he was already sleeping.

"I love you, Daryl," I whispered as I closed my eyes and fell asleep.

Hey guys, now it was Cecilia's turn to get jealous :P What do you think of it?
Between, I actually liked Zach, sort of, did you like him?

And I'm working on the trailer, my inspiration is finally coming back to me and hopefully I will finish it soon!

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