"You learned to run from what you feel, and that's why you have nightmares.

To deny is to invite madness. To accept is to control."

– Megan Chance, The Spiritualist

Present time

It was nice to wake up in Daryl's arms once again, I smiled when I realized I used him as a pillow the night before and he had an arm around my waist. I curled even closer to him.

I was about to fall asleep again when I felt Daryl slightly moving, I looked up at him just when he opened his breath-taking sky blue eyes. He smiled at me.

"Hi, love," he mumbled in a very raspy, sleepy voice.

"Love?" I commented, he had never called me that.

He said nothing to me, instead he kissed the top of my head as I wrapped my arm even tighter around him. Daryl closed his eyes again, not being ready to wake up yet.

Nobody really bothered us for a while, everyone was already awake, going in and out of the church and talking to each other, making a lot of noise, making it impossible for Daryl and I to go back to sleep. I sighed and stood up, even when Daryl tried to hold me closer to him.

"We need to wake up," I said to him just before I pecked his lips. "Everyone is already up."

I stood up and offered both my hands to Daryl, he took them and I helped him up. Once he was up he kissed my forehead and then he stretched. I had fallen asleep before eating so this morning I was starving. Daryl and I were the only ones that hadn't eaten.

Abraham still wasn't done fixing the bus so we were stuck in this church until he could fix it, and then go to Washington, so the most time it takes to fix that bus the better for me, I didn't want to go there.

Since we had time to waste, the others wanted to go on runs and see if we could find something else, and Rick and I had talked the day before about getting some formula for Judith, Rick really needed some quickly.

As a matter of fact, Glenn, Sasha Bob and Tara had already left, somewhere more east than we did yesterday, hopefully today it would be better.

Tyreese was going to stay today as well with Carl, Mika and Judith. That left Daryl, my mum, Maggie, Rick and I for another run. After Daryl and I finished our breakfast, Rick informed us Maggie was going to stay too but to watch Gabriel, whom Rick didn't trust yet, and he decided it was best to split up to cover more ground. I actually believed he was going to say he was going to go with my mum but he said Daryl and him were going while I was stuck with my mother. I just gave him a look, after yesterday I didn't want to be alone with my mum, I didn't want to talk about things.

I did tell Rick I could go with him or Daryl but he didn't change his mind. He went to say good-bye to Carl and Judith and left with Daryl.

Yesterday we focused on the stores, today my mum and I were going to look inside houses. As we got to our destination with the help of a map drew by Gabriel, we wasted no time going inside the first house, where we found some crackers and cereal.

The atmosphere was tense between my mother and I, and all I wanted was to get this done quickly so I could get away from her, I knew she wanted to talk, but she was being a hypocrite. She wanted to discuss things that had happened to me, my issues, not what had happened to her, she refused to talk about that, she hadn't said what happened to Lizzie, or Axel or anything.

We searched six more houses in complete silence, and we had found some food, just some formula and two bags of diapers and I changed my shirt for a clean one and got some hair ties, I had had it down for weeks and it was annoying, so I wasted no time to put my hair in a high ponytail.

"Cecilia," I heard my mum finally saying about two hours and a half after we left the church. I closed my eyes tightly and pretended I didn't hear her, instead I kept looking inside the drawers of this kitchen, she repeated my name but I just ignored her. "You can't evade this forever, we need to talk."

"There's nothing to talk about," I whispered, still with my back to her. I heard her sigh.

"Darling," she said in a very sweet tone, which didn't mean anything good. "You need to tell me things, you know it's harmful for you if you keep it all inside your chest. I'm just trying to help."

"There's nothing you can do, mum."

"Look, this is not just about you. It hurts Daryl too," she said and I felt like if my heart was being held very tightly. "This is not just about you."

"What?"

"He came to me, Cecilia. He could have gone to Rick or keep it to himself but he came to talk to me, that shows how much he's hurting."

"What did he tell you?" I asked as I finally turned around to face her.

"Everything. He didn't want to say anything because he knew you would get upset but he needed to get it out, he broke down, Cecilia! He needs you!"

I stayed in complete silence as I looked down at the ground, I didn't know what to say. I had never seen Daryl breaking down except when Merle died.

"Don't you get it? You are engaged to him, this doesn't just concern you. If you are hurting, he is too just because he loves you. And from now on, you have to realize you are sharing your life with someone else, it's not just about you anymore, this is about him too and he's hurting. You need to accept it happened, why won't you tell me what happened during these months while I was gone?"

"For the same reason you won't talk about Axel or Lizzie or even about Karen and David," I exclaimed, raising my voice and she just sighed. "You want to leave it in the past, pretend it never happened, I want the same too, so stop trying to bring it up!"

"Yesterday you said you got to the prison in a critical state, said you wanted to talk to me, you said it with such rage it means it is still hurting you, that's why you can't leave it behind you yet." I didn't say anything, just turned around again so I wasn't facing her anymore. "I know about Sean, I know he kidnapped you, I know you heard me when I found Sean in that house and I walked in."

"I don't blame you," I said quickly. "I didn't want to tell you about that because you would be blaming yourself for being there and not saving me. I have gotten over that, I did, I don't care about it anymore, that happened months ago. I left that in the past."

"You're right, I do blame myself and I'm sorry for not finding you, for not being there when the group rescued you, I'm sorry."

A single tear fell out of my eye, I wiped it quickly and I was glad I wasn't facing my mum now. Truth is that sometimes I do get nightmares about Sean and everything that happened but I had moved past that a long time ago, I learnt to live with what happened and moved on. It damaged me, I can't deny that but I healed and somehow that experience made me stronger.

"Let's keep going," I said. "We still need to look inside more houses."

"What about the baby?"

"Don't!" I exclaimed quickly as I turned around and glared at her when my eyes landed on my mum's. For the first time, our eyes didn't really look the same. Mine looked one or two shades darker and looked close to a stormy grey instead of the usual light icy blue, like my mother's looked right now. They looked caring and soft while mine only showed anger and pain.

"Don't what?" my mum asked as she stepped closer to me, she seemed like she was challenging me.

"Don't call it a baby," I said with my voice firm, I wasn't going to break in front of her. Not now."And don't ever bring that up again."

"What was it then if it wasn't a baby?" she asked confused.

"It was a fetus," I mumbled as I looked away.

The angry and yet confused expression on my mother vanished instantly and instead she looked at me with sympathy. I tried to walk away but she grabbed me by my shoulders.

"Darling, calling it differently so it may hurt less won't change what happened, it will just decrease the pain for now but eventually all that will catch up with you, Daryl and I are just here to help you, to support you. I know what you are going through, Cec..."

"No, you don't."

"I actually do. Why do you think Sophia was so much younger than you?" I shrugged and she sighed. "Before Sophia, I got pregnant and I miscarried. I lost it and I was devastated. You were around two when it happened and I told myself I wasn't going to go through that kind of pain again but I had Sophia and I don't regret it but I was scared I was going to lose her too."

"Why did you never tell me about that?"

"There are things one has to keep as a secret," she whispered. "So I do know what you are going through."

"No," I said quickly. "That happened to you when the world was still normal, there were doctors and there was Uncle Anthony and your parents, I didn't know if what was happening to me was normal or not, I thought I was going to die. I was scared and felt so alone and I didn't even know if Daryl was alive or not."

"I know, I know, sweetie," she said as she attempted to hug me but I pushed her away.

"I didn't want it!" I exclaimed exasperated. "Things happened as they should have, now we must continue to search for things."

I walked away as I just heard her sigh. Truth was that I never wanted kids but there was a very short moment when the miscarriage really did hurt me emotionally. I realized that was the last part of Daryl I could ever have, that maybe if I couldn't have Daryl himself, I could have someone that was half him, I wanted to hold on to that part of him but it was already gone. That moment was just after that second pregnancy test came back positive when it should had been negative and I felt like I had lost Daryl again.

I thought all kind of stupid things, one was that maybe I was pregnant with twins and just lost one of those babies and that's why the tests kept being positive but of course, that wasn't the case. The last piece of Daryl that I had back then was just gone forever.

Daryl's POV

I wasn't sure why Rick separated Cecilia and me but at least that gave me time to speak to him, which I had wanted to do for quite a while but hadn't had the chance and privacy to do it.

"Uh, Rick," I muttered as we walked out of a house we had just searched. "I just wanted to thank you."

"For what?" he asked confused.

"For all you did for Cecilia when I was gone, she mentioned she told you what was going on, thank you for being there for her." He sighed.

"I wish I could have done something more. I'm sorry about what happened by the way," Rick told me as he put an arm over my shoulder, I sighed and looked down at the ground. It felt so weird to be in this position. "How are things going between the two of you?"

"They are slowly getting back into place, she's not as angry with the world anymore but she's still crushed even when she doesn't know it yet. Something made her get back into her senses yesterday, she hadn't stopped pushing me away until yesterday afternoon and I'm glad she has let me in again but I know there's still something there. Something that hurts her and might make her get into her shell again."

"I told her to not let this break the two of you, to not make the same mistakes I did with Lori, I'm glad she listened to me. Look, she won't admit it but I'm sure she wanted that baby, you need to talk to her."

"I think she did but she keeps denying it," I told him. "I don't know how to talk to her, every time I try she gets evasive and I don't want her to start pushing me away again. As soon as I try to talk she just... shuts herself and puts on her impenetrable armour."

"She's confused, she doesn't want to feel what she is feeling, she pushes those feelings away so she pushes you away. You know her best, you know what you should tell her and do it as soon as we go back, the sooner the better."

I nodded at Rick as we walked into another house, we continued talking, he kept giving me advices as I listened. Then he told me things that happened after the prison, including when Michonne found them and how they spent the days after they left that house where they killed those two men.

Rick and I didn't find much, some food, one sleeping bag and got some fresh fruit from some of the gardens but unfortunately nothing for Judith.

As we walked back to the church, I hesitated at first but I eventually told Rick about my talk with Beth, when she told me she thought Maggie and Cecilia would have babies and that when she said it I unconsciously kind of created a nice scene in my mind. I told him how happy that nonexistent scene made me feel, told him everything I could remember from it and Rick just smiled and said that would have been nice.

"I had a dream yesterday. It has been the only good dream I have had for a while. It was pretty much like that thing I just told you. Except we weren't at the prison but at a normal house, in a normal world. Carol was there, Cecilia was there, even Sophia and Merle were there. I remember I was going home after hunting with Merle and when I opened the door of my house, which was pretty nice and big, I was immediately greeted by a little girl, she was around four or five. I picked her up as she gave me a hug before Merle took her from me, demanding a hug as well. I walked to the living room where I saw a toddler, he was around two, maybe a few months younger. He was blonde too but he had Cecilia's eyes, the girl had my eyes. Sophia was in there playing with him."

"That sounds like a really good dream," Rick told me with a small smile.

"Yeah, especially because there were no walkers. Anyway, I went to the kitchen then and Carol was there, preparing lunch. I even stole a cookie before going back to the living room, then Cecilia came down and she went straight to kiss me. She looked beautiful, a few years older though and had shorter hair. The girl grabbed my hand and pulled it, demanding me to play with her, I was going to when someone rang the bell. I picked her up as I went to open the door, guess who it was?"

"No idea, who?"

"It was you," I said and Rick smiled. "With Carl, Judith, who was around six, and... and Michonne," I said with a smirk. "Turns out you married her in my dream."

"Really?" he asked with a big chuckle. "That's crazy."

"Carl was around twenty, that's crazier. Sophia was older too." I sighed then. "It was a very nice dream, a happy one."

"Maybe one day it will come true," Rick said as we just made it back to the church, everyone was already back, including Carol and Cecilia. "Don't lose hope."

Rick being eager to see Judith and Carl, kept walking, leaving me behind as I stayed by the entrance of the church. Carol look troubled while Cecilia was talking to Tara, before I could make my way to her, Carol walked towards me, stopping me.

"How did it go?" I asked Carol, knowing the answer already. She just shook her head at me. "You talked to her?"

"I tried, she just shuts herself in this kind of shell. And it's worse than I imagined."

"What do you mean?" I asked as I crossed my arms in front of my chest, already not liking where this was going.

"I brought up the baby thing and she snapped when I said that word, she told me to not call it a baby but a fetus." I sighed. "And she just pushed me away after that. It was impossible for me to even try to get to her after that outburst."

"I'll talk to her," I told her.

Carol nodded at me and thanked me, she was worried about Cecilia and trying to help her but this was between us, I had to fix this, I had to make Cecilia see that it is okay to care, to get attached and unfortunately to feel pain and be and get hurt too. That's life.

I decided not to talk to Cecilia right away, she was with Tara and she was laughing, it had been a long time since I had heard her laugh so I decided to wait.

As I walked to the front of the church, I overhead Abraham saying the bus was almost ready, Rosita smiled at that but Eugene didn't look happy about it. I wondered why but I didn't give it much thought, I had more important things to focus on.

I went to sit with Rick to eat some food since we missed lunch, he had Judith in his arms and I couldn't deny it hurt me to see her, especially when she was in Cecilia's arms.

I didn't resent Rick or anything like that, it just hurt, knowing I could have that but it didn't happen. I never imagined I would be in so much pain for this kind of situation, I never wanted kids and now I wish more than anything that Cecilia hadn't lost ours. I wanted things to not be like this, I wanted her to be happy again, I wanted us to be happy and things to be like they were before the prison attack.

Rick was starting to talk about it, so I cunningly changed the topic to Abraham's plan and told him Cecilia wasn't comfortable with the idea, said she didn't believe Eugene knew the cure and to be honest I didn't believe that either. And even if he did, what were the chances of him being successful? He could be smart but he was an idiot and a coward.

Rick told me he wasn't completely sure about it but Bob convinced him yesterday, he said that maybe we needed a change. He wasn't doing this because he believed Eugene and Abraham but because he thought it was right.

"Carol and Cecilia found some formula and some other food for babies, I'm glad they did. I don't know what I would have done if they hadn't found anything either," Rick commented as he fed Judith.

"What else did they find?"

"Not much to be honest, but we found lots of food yesterday so it's not as bad."

I nodded at him, not knowing what else to say. I took a quick glance at Judith, who smiled and giggled at me when I did. I semi-smiled back at the toddler before quickly standing up. I excused myself and walked outside and my eyes instantly landed on the blonde girl I was looking for. I took big steps as I approached her.

Tara just took one look at me and she understood I needed to talk to Cecilia alone. she excused herself quickly before I could ask her if she could leave us alone for a minute. I grabbed Cecilia's hand and led her away from the group, walking back into the forest.

"Now what?" Cecilia asked annoyed as I stopped walking and turned my body to face her.

I bit my lip and looked down at the ground, not knowing how to start, what to tell her. Only minutes ago I perfectly knew what I was going to say to her but now it was like something had snatched my thoughts away, I went blank.

"I want to talk," I told her and she just sighed and gave me an annoyed and frustrated look. "I'm not here to get you to talk about it, like your mother has done. I'm here because I need to talk about this. You may be okay but I ain't... I need to talk about it with you."

Her annoyed look soon disappeared and her eyes softened as she looked back up at me. Today it was very cloudy so her eyes looked almost a stormy grey instead of their normal light blue shade.

"Look, I know it's hard, I know it's painful but we must see things how they are. We lost a kid and we need to grieve its death. We must find some way to make us feel better, anything to come to grips with what happened and move on, and I think a start to do that is to talk about it, to discuss it... together."

"I didn't even know about it," she told me in a low tone. "I didn't get attached, I didn't have time to. I know it sounds like I'm a heartless bitch but it's what I feel. It was gone before I felt anything for it."

"I don't think that's true, Cecilia. Maybe you didn't know about it until it was too late but you did feel something, you do feel something now."

"All I felt was fear... for my own life. Just because you actually feel something it doesn't mean I do too!" she exclaimed and I did notice how her eyes filled with tears even when she would never admit it. "Besides, I thought we were here because you needed to talk."

"I do but in order for both of us to heal, I need you to accept the way you feel, I need you to stop downplaying what happened just because you are afraid of the pain but let me break it to you, the pain will come eventually and the more you delay it, the stronger it will come and hit you."

"Daryl, if you keep with this, I'll just go."

"It would have been nice, right? Scary but nice."

"What?"

"The baby, I think we could have done it, make it work somehow."

"No. I already told you, it was for the best. I wouldn't have been able to do that. See how things are, Daryl!" she said, raising her voice a bit and her eyes watered once again "The prison is gone and who knows if we will be able to find a place as good and safe as that. We didn't even have food two days ago. It's not realistic to think we could have done it, we would have both ended up dead trying to protect it."

"If it's not realistic, how does Rick make it work? And not with one but two kids."

"We had the prison then and everyone helped Rick but... Lori died, remember? I don't want to die like that. I don't want my life to end."

"You wouldn't have died and we would have make it work and..."

"You don't know that!" she shouted, interrupting me. "Anything can happen at any time but let's say I don't die and things are good for a while, then what? There's always something happening. Either walkers or people, we can't even protect ourselves sometimes, much less a baby, Daryl! We weren't even together then, I had no idea I was going to see you again!"

"Are you mad at me?" I asked her, shocking her a bit. "Because I wasn't there when it happened, do you blame me?"

"What?" she exclaimed in surprise. "No, of course not! Don't be ridiculous."

"But you do blame yourself."

I wasn't asking, I knew she felt guilty about it, Rick told me what she said to him a couple of nights ago. About feeling guilty if the kid died somehow after it was born, maybe by walkers but I believed that her statement was valid too for what happened.

"Yes, I do," she muttered as she looked away from me. "See? That's another proof that it wouldn't have worked, I sucked as a mother even before being one."

"What?"

"Maybe if I had found out sooner, I would have been more careful," she said, her voice almost breaking. "It died and it's on me."

She turned around quickly after that and stepped away from me, she didn't leave though. She just stayed there, with her back to me. I sighed, knowing I couldn't just go after her because then she would just leave for good and then she would just push me away again.

I was going to speak again when a particular sound silenced me and left me paralysed. Her sobs. Cecilia was crying, it killed me to see her like that.

"Ceci, that's not true," I said in a soft tone as I walked towards her.

"It is!" she yelled as she turned around, tears running down her face. "It is my fault you are suffering, it is my fault it happened... that all of this happened. I'm the one to blame."

I couldn't take it anymore, I took one last step and wrapped my arms around her, she struggled and screamed, she pushed me away and tried to get me to let her go but I just tightened my grip around her, when she noticed I wasn't going to release her she started to hit me in the chest as she cried, I must admit it started to hurt as time passed but I wasn't letting go, not now.

Cecilia finally broke down and she needed me, I hated to see her like this but it was necessary for her to finally come to grips and grieve, she needed to stop her denial.

"No! Let me go!" she kept repeating as she struggled in my arms.

Cecilia was strong, she almost got freed but I just readjusted my arms around her and held her even tighter. I really was starting to believe she wasn't going to calm down and attract every walker to us when she just went limp in my arms, she stopped hitting me and instead buried her face in my chest as she cried harder, I had to hold her even tighter so she wouldn't fall down to the ground. Before, she tried to stop or at least not make a sound as she cried but now she didn't care anymore... or, finally everything caught up with her and she couldn't control and stop it anymore.

I kissed the top of her head as I brought her closer to me and ran a hand up and down her back, I felt her body shaking with the sobs, my eyes even watered at the sight.

I wasn't going to tell her everything was fine, because it wasn't. I wasn't going to tell her that the pain would eventually go away because that wouldn't be true, the pain will always be there, we will just learn to deal with it better with time.

"It's okay to cry, it's okay to feel this," I whispered as I kissed the top of her head again. "We'll make it through."

"Daryl," she mumbled in a hoarse voice as she pulled back a bit, glancing up at me for a second before looking down again. "I pushed you away because I couldn't face you knowing this was my fault. And that this meant more for you than I could ever imagine, made things worse. I felt more like shit, I couldn't see you hurting like that especially because I caused that."

"This isn't your fault," I said quickly.

"There was a woman, she hit me with a rifle in the stomach, and maybe she provoked it, maybe not. Maybe this was going to happen with or without her. Either way, that day I was distracted, I was going after the Governor, I felt so much rage that my judgement was cloudy and I just thought about him, I didn't see her coming. I should have, I would have killed her with a gunshot before she could even get closer to me but I didn't. I should have told someone and gotten those tests earlier instead of pushing it away because I was scared of the results. If I had known I would have been more careful or I should have acted when I saw the signs, the pain, the bleeding, I just ignored them and pretended nothing serious was happening. I just feel like maybe if I had done things differently..."

"You couldn't, this is not on you."

"You were right," she said in a very low voice before she broke down again, several more tears falling down her face.

"About what, darling?"

"I did feel something, I still do... sometimes," she said, as she glanced at me again.

"You wanted it?"

"Yes... and no. It's complicated. Like I knew I couldn't and you know I never wanted kids but there was a moment, even before the attack, even before losing it and knowing about it, when I was just suspecting it that I looked at Judith and Rick and Carl just having fun together and I thought that it would be nice if you and I could have that, it was just something fleeting. It didn't last much more than a minute but I felt it again before finding you, and then I felt it one more time when I saw Judith again and saw Rick's expression that day when they got reunited. It's just an odd feeling that warms me up inside but then I remember... and I feel sad all over again."

"I feel that too, except it's not fleeting," I told her. "I feel it all the time."

"There was one time in particular where I prayed that it wasn't true... that what was happening wasn't real. I actually wanted it so bad, because what were the odds of finding you? And that was the last piece of you I had then, I thought that it could be a baby that looked just like you, with your eyes, so I could see them again but I kept getting those cramps and the bleeding wouldn't stop, I think that was the day I just shut off, the day I unconsciously tried to fool myself into thinking things so it wouldn't hurt as bad. That day there was even more blood than the others, like a way for the universe or whatever to tell me it was happening and I was being a fool for having a bit of blind faith."

"Hold on," I said quickly, as something hit me. "Blood. The nightmare of the other night, it was about this right? It wasn't about walkers or getting shot or anything like that, right?"

She nodded sadly as she wiped new tears and I had to do the same, the first tear fell when she finally admitted she did want it, just like I did.

"Well, you can be at ease now," I said with a small smile. "Merle is taking care of it, along with Sophia." That made her cry more but she also chuckled as she nodded. "I'm sure they are doing a great job by looking after it... her."

"Her?" she asked me, raising her eyebrows and looking right at me with her now puffy, bloodshot eyes.

"Yeah," I muttered as my smile got just a bit bigger. "I believe it was a girl."

"How?"

I sighed, I told her about the make-believe scene when I was with Beth, except I didn't even mention Beth. I told her I saw a blonde little toddler girl and that Maggie and Glenn also had a baby in that kind of vision I had, except theirs was a boy. And I also told her about my dream last night, every single detail, which made her cry again when I said Merle and Sophia were there.

"I think it was a girl too," she whispered as she for once, hugged me back, instead of just gripping my shirt with her fists or resting her hands on my chest. I had an arm on the middle of her back and one behind her head, softly caressing her and playing with her long hair. "I had dreams too, that's what made me suspect back then that I could be pregnant and I had a lot of dreams, and it was always a baby girl, in each one of them."

"Really?" I asked her surprised.

"Yeah, a blonde girl with..."

"My blue eyes," I said, finishing for her.

"Yeah, exactly. How did you know?"

"That's how I saw her too, both times. She also had your dimple, I remember that from my dream."

"And your southern accent," she told me with a smile. "I had like two dreams when she was like five and she talked just like you, and in one of them, you were teaching her how to use the crossbow and I was completely against it."

"Believe me, I would do that for sure. It would be fun."

"I'm sure Merle will make sure to teach her now," she said with a sad smile but she didn't shed more tears. "And Sophia will play dolls with her but she will want cars toys instead, like me."

"You didn't like dolls?" I asked surprised.

"I did but preferred cars after my cousin gave me a bunch of his old toys, plus a toy race track." I chuckled.

"I didn't know that, that's interesting."

After that she told me that her mother kept buying her dolls but her cousins just kept giving her more toy cars and she kept the dolls but barely used them. As she talked she smiled and even laughed, which was good. She had finally let it out, it wasn't easy but she did it and I was more than glad that we had this moment.

"Daryl?"

"Hmm?"

"Thank you."

"For what?"

"You never gave up on me, you never judged me for all the horrible things I said and you never blamed me, I kept pushing you away but you didn't walk away from me, you just... tried harder."

"We are in this together, want it or not. I have your back and you have mine, until the end."

"Until the end," she repeated and nodded. "One more thing... I'm sorry."

"Why?"

"You needed me, you needed to talk about this and I was too absorbed in my own feelings that I neglected you, I'm sorry."

"It's okay, you needed time and space, I needed it too."

She nodded at me but she still looked conflicted so I leant down and kissed her lips, in a way to reassure her that things are good between us and that we are together in this mess, no matter what comes, nothing will ever break us apart and I also was dying to kiss her.

"Numbing the pain for a while will make it worse when you finally feel it."

― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire

~~Hello guys! I know it's been an awfully long time since I updated. My life and everything has been a mess lately and I have been busy.

I love this story and Cecilia and Daryl and I want to continue it and I will.

So, thank you to the people has messaged me to continue the story, and I'm sorry if I let you guys down. I finally have found the time and motivation to keep with this. I even started to make a new video, which I haven't done in about four months. I have also been wanting to do a small video about this drama with Cecilia and Daryl, I had the perfect song for it but I waited too long I forgot but I will remember haha.

So, tell me what you think of this chapter. I find it very moving and I was eager to post it.

:)