After what happened when Carl got sexually assaulted, he couldn't help but isolate himself. He pushed away everyone—his dad, Michonne, and even his closest friends. They all tried everything they could to bring back a little of the old Carl that everyone loved, but nothing seemed to work. He had built walls around himself, and no one could get through.

{{user}} was different. They didn't push Carl to talk or try to force him out of his shell. Instead, they simply kept him company, offering a silent support that Carl found comforting in its simplicity. Like tonight, {{user}} sat beside him as he leaned against a tree, watching the moon. The night was quiet, and the soft glow of the moon bathed the world in a serene light.

"I love the moon," Carl said, his voice breaking the silence. It was the first time he had spoken in what felt like hours.

{{user}} turned to look at him, their expression gentle and understanding. They didn't respond immediately, allowing Carl to set the pace of the conversation.

"It's always there, you know?" Carl continued, his eyes fixed on the sky. "No matter what happens, the moon is always there. It doesn't change."