Dead love in my hands (Troy Otto story/ Fear the walking dead/ ftwd)

By Troy 6

"So, this is the fifteenth, do you think you have enough?" Vanessa asked.

"Oh, I think so. I owe you one. Thank you."

"You know, it's good that you decided to give her flowers, Troy. And it's good that you asked for permission, and not just tore them off."

"To be honest, I hesitated," I winced slightly in anticipation of her condemnation. But it did not follow.

"I'm glad you're getting better. I used to think you were a little... how to put it mildly... not of this world... Don't be offended..."

"I'm not offended. I'm really trying to improve. Listen, can I ask you a question?"

"Come on!"

"Why do you grow them? Don't get me wrong, but it's a waste of time..."

"Flowers remind me of my home and the normal world... And this are also beautiful. And, as you can see, they are not so useless," the old woman grinned.

I thanked her again and ran into the house. Suddenly I was hailed.

"Hey, Troy! Can't sleep early in the morning?"

I turned around. Aron was there. He was standing next to the fence and smoking.

"Hi... Yes, I couldn't sleep."

"Is this for her?" He nodded at the flowers as he approached me.

"Well, not for you," I rolled my eyes.

"It's beautiful. But she won't appreciate it."

"What makes you think that?"

"She doesn't like roses," he spread his hands, "want?" Aron handed me a pack of cigarettes.

"I don't smoke."

"So, what are your plans for today? Will there be a sortie?"

"Actually, today is the day off for the whole squad. Only those in uniform are standing around the perimeter."

"I was hoping to have fun again by clearing everything of walkers..."

"I think you should meet the people at the ranch today."

"Okay... Have a nice day."

I nodded and went home in silence.

After putting the coffee on the stove, I started looking for cups. I wonder if she really doesn't like roses? Or did he lie? What does she like at all? What is her favorite color? What subject did she like at school? What is her favorite dish? And the music? A movie? I don't know anything about her at all! And that fucking Aron probably knows everything. I felt so disgusted when I remembered what he said about flowers... I wanted to throw them out the window. I almost did it, but the coffee boiled. Spit. I'll just bring flowers to her. And come what may!

I poured the coffee, put the cups on the tray, put some cookies in there, took the flowers in my other hand and went to our bedroom. Suddenly Nick appeared from the direction of the stairs. As soon as he saw me, an evil grin appeared on his face. He was about to say something, but I beat him to it.:

"Just say a word, Nick! And you will move to another house!"

He raised his hands and backed away, still grinning. I shook my head. Yes, it's unusual for me to be in the role of a romantic. Opening the door of the room with my foot, I entered and first of all put the coffee tray on the bedside table. Then I sat down on the edge of Della's bed and ran my hand through her hair. She opened her eyes after just a couple of moments.

"Troy?"

"Good morning!" I handed her the flowers, and my heart beat faster. I was embarrassed. I was ashamed...? No, is it even possible to believe it?! How strange it felt to me.