beth greene. (littlegreene) wrote in freedomtownic, @ 2019-02-28 22:33:00 |
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It had been a hard few months for everyone around her, but Beth in particular had been carrying a heavy load. They all loved Maggie, of course, but the Greene sisters had gone through so much together over the years. And even after everything, Beth had just been so utterly unprepared to lose her big sister. They were supposed to be safe here. Here on Galador with no shortage of food, with a warm bed to sleep in every night. With big, shiny hospitals filled with every medicine under the sun, and no walkers in sight. And even with all this safety around them, Maggie had still been torn away. Nothing left but memories and a dark haired baby boy that bore their father’s name. She couldn’t shut down completely. Not with the baby to look after. He kept her going those first few weeks. And as those weeks turned to months, Beth grieved in her own way. Music was, as always, one of the biggest factors in the process. The other, was Daryl. Tonight she had both of them. It was late. Or early morning, depending on how one wanted to look at it. Daryl’s bar had closed down for the night, and the two of them were the only ones still inside the building. He was behind the bar handling something at the register, while she sat at one of the tables, guitar in hand. It had become a regular occurance for her, coming down to keep him company while he shut the place down at night. She’d chatter at him, or play music, or just sit with him in companionable silence if that’s what they needed. Her fingers strummed the strings of her guitar, and Beth began to play. I'm out on the edge and I'm screaming my name Like a fool at the top of my lungs Sometimes when I close my eyes I pretend I'm alright But it's never enough 'Cause my echo, echo Oh my shadow, shadow Hello, hello Anybody out there? |