the trade is something she’d been anticipating since they’d informed her of it. she misses her family dearly && had no time to waste. dressing quickly in her former attire, the girl, slides the scissors under her cast. secretly, she’s fuming. her stay at Grady was hardly pleasant. between dawn’s daily abuse && gorman’s FAILED attempt at assaulting her, beth greene will never be the same.
when she’s escorted towards the narrow hallway, her breathing is stable as she sees part of her group. all familiar faces && then she sees HIM. she sees daryl. && her heart skips a beat momentarily. under any other circumstance, she would normally offer a comforting smile his way, but she can’t. not here && certainly not now.
eyes narrowed at the brief exchange, beth makes her way towards her group. && it isn’t long before daryl has her in his reach. her HEART screams for her to embrace the older man, but her BRAIN rationalizes she can’t while they’re still here. so she’ll simply settle for a soft spoken, ❛ hey. ❜
Her face was smeared with SCARS, his eyes darted to the cast around her arm. They hurt her, they put their hands on her & his lips pressed into a tight line at the thought, hands closing into fists at his side. FURY started to boil inside him, it left a bitter taste on his palate & he found himself wanting to make a bloodshed, wanting to KILL them all for taking her away from him, for making her suffer for ONLY a second. Finally, her feet moved toward them & his teeth went to dig in his lower lip as his eyes darted down. She was blinding but it was something else that made him lower his gaze to the white floor of the hospital. GUILT. SHAME. Daryl was the one who lost her, HE was the one who let her escape his grip, HE was the one who told her to run.
She was near, he could feel it in his bones, in his heart, she was near him & her soft voice made his raise his gaze. A need to wrap his arms around her, to tuck her against him so she would forever be with him made itself known but he ended up patting her shoulder. BROKEN as he was, it was no surprise that he couldn’t express his needs, his wants, his feelings but he still ended up disappointed by his inability to express himself. He wished he had done more, wished he had said more. He had wished for SO LONG that they had stayed in this kitchen. He had walked back on his own footsteps so many time, trying to change the path it had taken but the reality had never changed, he had never been able to bend it to his will. Beth had been gone & he had been alone without her. That had been the truth for so long. Thinking about all that pain, all those times he had wished he had done when he had the opportunity to, he gripped whatever bravoure he could gather & let his fingers close around her hand.
Beth was NOT going anywhere. Over his dead & cold body.
jimmyeatworldofficial
vaporwave
dailybridgerton
romaincrisis
turnnoffyourmind
kianamaiart
ellievsbear
blakekathryn
