We were at our farm in Wyoming, you were laid down on our shared bed while I was seated on the wooden chair next to you.

You had been bitten by a Clicker around 3 days ago, you were immune like me, but it still affected you physically in some ways.

I kissed the dark scars along the skin on your arms. "I still think you're beautiful" I whispered to you, my hand holding yours with a gentle grasp. I prayed that you wouldn't die, I don't want to lose my best friend, my girlfriend.