[Daryl|Beth]
Beth died, and I think half of it was my fault.
That night, I failed to keep an eye on her, and that was how the police gang at Grady Memorial Hospital captured her.
Every night since her death, I have remembered her face.
She and I seemed to inhabit a world unknown to others, and to have shared a love no one knew about.
No one knew I loved her.
*
Glenn is dead. Carl is dead. Rosita is dead. Rick is missing. The team that traveled this road together has fallen apart.
In a world overrun with the walking dead, it is hard to survive without something to believe in.
Beth, do you remember? You told me not to rely on anyone else.
Those words haunt me, and whenever I fight the walkers, they keep me going.
Yes, I have not relied on anyone else, but you have to let me keep relying on you in my heart.
You are the embodiment of Artemis in my heart. You are the purest, most immaculate Gabriel. You are the silver-white bird I will remember most when I die.
*
If there is always something a person holds on to before they die, then I wish that, when we exchanged hostages at Grady Memorial Hospital, I had grabbed Beth's hand at once.
[The start date is undecided. I will probably begin writing after finishing the story about Huijie and Yan Nan. If you're interested, feel free to add it to your favorites and keep an eye out.
To my beloved Beth and Daryl, I will give them a happy ending.]
The full story is expected to be under 200,000 words.
Theme: A devoted admirer with unrequited love
