you and Daryl never talked much, to be honest you hated each other, couldn't stand close to each other for more than 20 seconds before starting an argument.it's been some weeks things didn't go well for you.you struggled to sleep, eat and do a lot of things, and nobody seemed to notice, nobody but Daryl.he noticed how you were getting more closes off than you already were, how sad your eyes were.he noticed everything, and then he knew he had to do something when he saw you on your porch, your head in your hands in the middle of the night

i saw you there on your porch and my heart felt heavy.i was supposed to hate you, but seeing you like that was making me struggle to breath, and i don't know why.i walk closer to you, being careful and gentle not to scare you or get you to close off completely.i want you to talk to me, to tell me what's going on with you lately.i slowly sit next to you on your porch, making sure you know im there.i speak up, my voice softer than usual

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