Happy Idiots

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Brooke's POV:
My eyes slowly peeled open as I heard the words, "Why didn't you tell me?" An uneasy Carl says. "Tell you what?" I said now fully awake. "About your... condition." He looks at me funny. "What are you talking about?" I seriously have no clue what's going on right now. The last thing I remember is me messing with Carl by not kissing his lips. The thought of his facial expression in that moment made me giggle. "This isn't funny Brooke." Carl said sternly. "I seriously have no clue what the hell you're talking about?" I said just as stern. "So you don't know what schizophrenia is?" He asked in a 'duh' voice. How does he know about that? Oh Jesus what happened. "What are you talking about?" I looked around the room trying to think of an excuse. "Let me recap. I walked down to the graves where you, being you, were singing. After you were done you had a major freak out on me. You grabbed your knife and held it up to me. A-and then you started talking crazy. Saying you were seeing things. You told me that they were going to kill us. I told you to look at the flowers and you, being you once again, looked. I jumped on you and you dropped the knife. And then.. You had a panic attack. Beth and Maggie brought you here to take a look at you, and when they came back, they told us about you." He stated bluntly. I thought of what he said about a million times but couldn't find the right words to say or even explain to him why I did not tell him. "I-I.. How did they find out?" I asked. "They found an empty bottle of your medication in your bag." "It's gone?!" I yelled. "It was. Daryl went on a run and got five more bottles. It should last you about a year." He began to walk away. "Please stay." I cued. He let out a sigh. "Why didn't you tell me-" "Because I couldn't okay?! I couldn't just come out and say it and then ignore it like it wasn't a big deal! And you know what it isn't so why the hell are you worrying about it?" I snapped. "Because I care." And with that he walked out of my cell. I jumped out of bed and chased after him. He opened the prison door and walked out. "It's raining! Come back inside!" I yelled over the hard, wet rain pooring down. He just kept walking. Eventually, I ran out into the rain with him. I grabbed his shoulder, but he pulled away. "Carl-" I began but he interrupted me. "Do you not understand that every second you're not with me I fell empty?! Even if your just a few yards away! That everytime I look at you I have to remind myself to breath because you take my breath away! That every single walker we come across I feel the need to take the bite, and I wouldn't hesitate if it came down to it! Do you not understand that the mere thought of me loosing you makes me want to end. For my existence to be no more. Because with out you I might as well be a walker walking around without a soul. I mean if you think about it, in the cold light of day, were pretty much dead already. But you, Brooke, you are the thing that keeps me going. You're my rock, and I need you." My heart throbbed from the words that came from his beautiful lips. I'm done with this stupid trick I've been playing on him. I crashed my lips into his wrapping my arms around his neck. He stumbled back, but reluctantly regained his balance wrapping me up in his arms. The all to familiar fireworks went off in my body. He smiled in the kissed and so did I. In that moment there was no one else. Just us, here, kissing in the rain. I chuckled a bit causing myself to accidentally bite his bottom lip. He moaned and opened his eyes. "Sorry, I'm sorry." I giggled a bit more. "It's fine." He smiled. "Why'd you laugh?" He asked. "Because I've always wanted to kiss in the rain." Our eyes locked and all we could do was smile at each other like idiots. Happy idiots.

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