I knew that, as soon as we arrived at Hilltop, the news of Carl's death was going to hit home for a lot of people. This is why I couldn't bear to watch as Enid was brought down to her knees in sorrow, and Maggie was quick to comfort her.

I wish that I could've helped in comforting both Maggie and Enid, but I couldn't, though. Hell, I could barely help myself through this tough time.

However, stumbling inside, I looked up and saw Paul standing there with his mouth ajar in shock. Tears filled my eyes, which pursued me to run straight into his arms, where he held me as tightly as he could. I cried on his chest and squeezed him, hoping that he wouldn't let me go. I knew that he wouldn't, though. He has always been there for me, no matter what.

"I am so sorry, Tess," he whispered through my hair, which he was trying to comb through with his fingers. "I know you two were close."

Everything after this was in slow motion. Everything that surrounded me was slow and steady. Paul tried to convince me to go lie down somewhere, but I couldn't. I just wanted to cry about it.

When he tried to pull away from me, I shook my head and threw him back into me. Again, he placed his arms around me and his head down into the crease of my shoulder. He rubbed my back and rocked us around.

"Please don't leave me," I whined on his shoulder and squeezed down harder on his clothes. "Please, Paul, don't..."

"I'm not," he whispered in my ear. "I got you, Tess."

"No," I snapped, my eyes suddenly locking with his. "Don't ever die, Paul. Don't ever leave me. I wouldn't make it without you."

He seemed stunned by my abrupt plead. I couldn't blame him, but it was the truth. I can't ever live my life without my twin brother.

"Tess," I suddenly heard my name being called, and I looked behind Paul's shoulder. There stood Morgan, appearing to be looking better now than he did the other day.

Paul let me go as I traveled from his arms to Morgan's, as he caught me before I could fall. "I'm so sorry," he whispered in my ear. "About Carl, and the other day... I'm sorry."

I gulped, nodded in his shoulder, and agreed, "Thank you."

"Now, Tess," came Morgan's warning tone as he separated us so that we were face-to-face. He kept his hands on my shoulders and our eyes connecting. "Don't go back down that same road that you were once on. Just the other day, you told me that you didn't want to die anymore. Don't let this be a setback to your recovery."

"Recovery?" I squeaked out in question, almost laughing it out. I shook my head and turned my back on Morgan, wiping the tears off of my face. I shook my head and turned to face him again. "Morgan, I'm not okay."

"I know that," he stated and nodded his head once, with his hands on his hips. "But, you will be. Hell, I'll... I'll make sure of it."

"How, Morgan?" I asked, and when he looked away, I did, too, and sighed heavily. I ran my hands over my face to clear myself up. "That kid was the future. Without him... What do we have to look forward to?"

"We have to look forward to many more lives happening all around us," Morgan replied, but I kept my eyes off at him for the moment. "Carl was leading us to where we are now. He was leading us towards a better future... Even after he's gone."

I heard Morgan out, but I was still too broken to agree and move on. It was too soon, and all I wanted was to wake up tomorrow, and Carl reappear, like nothing ever happened. Yet, I knew that he wasn't going to come through those doors any time soon, and I needed to face the facts.

I simply just nodded and headed towards Morgan, lightly slapping him on the back of the shoulder. "Thank you," I decided to say before leaving him behind until I was met by Maggie.

Actually, I saw her, and a lot began to run through my mind. Then, I heard someone come up beside me and say, "You should talk to her."

I didn't even have to look to know that it was Paul again, and I sighed. "Huh?"

"I already know what happened between you two," he claimed, which sort of angered me. "She told me. She had to. I had to know what was going on between you two."

"What did she all tell you?" I asked as I crossed my arms over my chest. "That I practically slept with her husband in my mind?"

I could just feel him smirk and nod his head to the side. "Not exactly," he claimed. "She just told me that she overheard you at Glenn's grave, where you expressed that you had feelings for him. She slapped you, and... She is really sorry about that, y'know?"

I faced Paul at the same time that he did as well, plain faced. "No, she isn't."

"Yes, she is," he countered, and his eyes fell down on me. "She told me that she was, so I think that you two need to have a little chat now. Clear the air."

I was going to instantly put Paul's suggestion down, but I thought about it, and when I glanced over my shoulder at Maggie, I shook my head and sighed. "Maybe you're right..."

"I know that I am," he smirked and wanted me to laugh with him, but I just couldn't yet. He placed his right hand on my shoulder, and I slowly looked up at him. "Hey, just go talk to her. She's more understanding than you think."

Now, I thought that was funny, but I just shook it off and dipped out, heading towards Maggie. I slowly approached her. "Hey, Maggie," I nearly whispered out, and she looked up at me. "Could we talk for a minute?"

She folded her arms over her chest and strictly asked, "What is this about, Tess?"

I gulped and almost reconsidered on trying to talk to her, but I felt eyes burning into my back and saw that it was Paul, who probably wasn't going to let me run away from this. So, I slowly turned my head back around, took a deep breath, and tried again. "We just need to talk, Maggie, when you have the time."

She slowly nodded, after looking me up and down, and said, "Okay, we will. I'll come find you when I'm done helping Enid."

"Thank you," I decided to say before I walked away, and Paul quickly caught up to me, which I rolled my eyes about.

"See?" Paul teased, nudging my side. "That wasn't so bad, was it?"

"Shut up," I hissed before I stormed away until I nearly fell, and then, I saw Carol from the corner of my eye. She was sitting alone before she looked up and smiled at me.

"Hey, Tess," she greeted, waving me over and patting the free spot next to her. "Come sit with me."

I did as I was told and sat next to her. "How are you doing?"

I shook my head and breathed out, "Not so good..."

"I'm sorry," she immediately apologized. "Everyone cared about him so much. I, myself, watched him grow up."

"His death is bringing me to my breaking point, Carol," I suddenly confessed to her, which I couldn't believe that I had. We've never really talked before, but I liked this. It was different and much-needed. "I just feel so sad all the time... Y'know? After Glenn, Abraham, Sasha, and Carl..."

She looked dead at me and asked, "You've been there through every death, huh?"

I sighed and shook my head. "Just about... Except for Denise's, though." I gulped and shook my head. "Nobody is there for me now. At least, that's what it feels like. Tara can't even stand the bitter sight of me. The same goes for Daryl. Dwight left us, too. He left me."

Carol turned her head to the side in confusion and quizzed, "You two were close?"

She was asking this about Dwight, so I just decided to somewhat lie. I sighed and answered, "A little, but he promised to never leave me again. He was there when everyone else turned their backs on me."

"What about Maggie? She's still your friend, and she'll—"

"She is not my friend, Carol," I snapped, interrupting her before she could break out into song. "Not anymore, at least."

Carol ached closer and questioned, "Why? What happened?"

I didn't really know what to say, so I just decided on shrugging and saying, "We just had a little falling out, that's all." I didn't want everyone to know that I was secretly in love with Glenn.

She seemed to choose to apologize, so I turned towards her and stated, "So am I, but thank you, Carol, for talking to me. I'm sorry that I put all of my problems on you, though."

She smirked and claimed, "It's alright. That's why I'm here. I'm here for you, Tess."

I nodded and recognized, "Thank you. Wish that we had talked sooner."

She grinned and agreed, "So do I."

I was about to open my mouth and say something else to Carol, but not before I heard footsteps and looked up to see Maggie towering over me, all business, and said to me, "Let's go have that talk."

—

WE sat there next to one another in an awkward form, not talking as we just stared off at the sunset together. She had personally asked me to come out here with her, but I didn't know why. However, I wasn't about to say no to her, either.

Ever since she had overheard what I had said to Glenn at his gravesite, she's been giving me the cold shoulder, and we never really talk, either. Paul wants us to be good friends, like he already is with her, but it doesn't look like it's going to happen. Especially now that she has heard what I have had to say to Glenn.

I glanced down at her hand as he laid lazily between us and gulped. "Maggie," I breathed out her name and, finally, looked up to see the side of her face. "As much as I love this view, why did you bring me here?"

"You see that?" she suddenly squeaked out, still not looking at me. She kept her eyes on the view of the beautiful sunset, and that's where she pointed to.

I nodded and said, "Yes, Maggie, I do."

"That's why we came," she informed me, still keeping her eyes on the view. "We came for that view."

I'm not going to lie, but I was becoming somewhat annoyed. I loved the view, and I sort of wanted to talk to Maggie, but she didn't seem to want an actual discussion. She wanted me to keep looking at the sunset. I'm scared that if she gets up and comes up behind me, she may put me out of my misery while I'm gazing at the sunset.

I better say something to her before that happens, though...

"Maggie, look," I grunted out, trying to get her attention. "We need to talk. We both know that it's time to do that."

Slowly, she lowered her head and shook it, as some of her hair got in her eyes. She lifted her head back up and placed those stray pieces of hair behind her ears.

She finally looked at me and kept a plain facial expression. "You're right, Tess," she sighed loudly and nodded. "We do need to talk."

"About Glenn," I added, already knowing what she wanted to talk about. I was hoping that she wanted to clear the air between us. "What I said at his grave that you overheard. It's something to talk about. In detail."

"You loved him," she simply said with a slow nod of disappointment. "That's it."

I cracked a smile and tried not to let what she just said put me down. "No, Maggie, that's not all that it was," I countered, gritting my teeth. I shook my head, which was now a little low, and blinked a few times. "I did love Glenn, but... He didn't love me. Well, not like how he loved you, that is."

She still wouldn't say anything as she kept her head low and her attention on anything, but me. I couldn't blame her, after all. I was practically having an affair with her husband before he passed away. Except, it was a very one-sided affair. As in, I was the only one who was in love with it.

"Maggie, I—"

"Just stop," she demanded, suddenly starting to heave. Was she crying? All because of me? Obviously, she tried to shake it off, but she couldn't. This was eating her alive as much as it was eating away at me. "This sunset is so beautiful – something that I wished that I had done with Glenn before he passed! But, obviously, I didn't! Before he passed, he always seemed to be with you and not me – even when we found out about the baby!"

I gulped and just kept looking up at her as she had jumped up to her feet now. She towered over me like a building as she had cast a shadow over me. I was terrified but was prepared for her wrath. I've been expecting it, actually. I deserved this outburst.

"What you said at his grave," she began to say, shaking her head, "I'll never forget..."

"Maggie, please, let me just—"

"But I can forgive you, though," she suddenly said, cutting me off completely. It was surprising hearing this from her.

With that said and out of her system, I finally decided to stand up and confront her about it face-to-face. "Maggie, I am so sorry. You have to believe me. I loved Glenn, sure, but I love you, too – believe it or not. I wish that we could just be friends again."

This is when she looked up at me with her eyes wide. "Just because I forgave you doesn't make us friends, Tess," she countered, which didn't surprise me at all. "If you loved me – like you claim you do, then you wouldn't have felt that way towards my husband. We may be able to be friends someday, but not right now. I'm sorry."

Then, with that said, she gulped and shook her head before she began to take off until she was eventually out of sight. She had completely hopped over the big log that we had been seating on and disappeared into the woods.

As soon as she was gone, I finally decided to take that deep breath that I had been holding onto. Then, before I knew it, after thinking about everything from the sunset to Glenn and even to Carl, I broke down and began to weep. I shook with each sob that had escaped from my body.

Everything hurt so much. I missed everyone, and I would miss this sunset, too. I wasn't necessarily crying for them, though.

I was crying for Maggie.