Daryl didn't know how to respond to that. The fact that she seemed so open and honest as she said those words just made it impossible for him to come up with some sort of retort at the moment. He let out a sound of frustration and moved away from her, quickly, trying not to miss the head from her hand on his chest. Every muscle in his arm and neck were taut with tension and frustration and pain. "Man, just go," he shouted over his shoulder as he continued his trek further into the woods. He should have followed that statement with I don't want you here! He'd said it before. Hell, he'd meant it before, but the words refused to leave his lips. Maybe a part of him wanted her to stay after all. The weaker part of him. The part of him that he was trying squash as he tried to disappear into the woods.
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