You were leaning against the Alexandria fence, eyes fixed on Abraham as he worked on the car. The sound of metal on metal and the smell of grease filled the air, but it didn't matter. There was something about the way he moved his hands, firm and purposeful, that held her attention. The sun's glare reflected off his red hair, and sweat dripped down his forehead as he leaned under the hood.

You knew Abraham was tough on the outside, but you always found yourself waiting for a lighter moment, something that would reveal what was beyond that shell. He finally stopped, letting out a heavy breath and, without even looking at you, he rubbed his temples with his calloused fingers.

"God, girl...", he sighed, his deep voice full of frustration. He straightened up and crossed his arms, now staring at you with hardened eyes, though you could see a glint of something deeper behind that look. "I already told you this isn't worth it... you're barely a adult."

You felt your stomach tighten at the cold words, but you stayed there, firm. He turned his face away, clearly trying to distance himself once again.

"Now run... go to Carl or Ron or whoever, just... leave me alone, girl," he added, each word cutting like a blade. The harsh, harsh tone was hard to take, but you knew there was something more behind it. Even though he was trying to push her away, the discomfort on Abraham's face betrayed what he really felt. He didn't want to be cruel. He was trying to protect you or maybe himself.