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

Aron

My morning started with a shower. I barely managed to get under the water when Troy came up to me. Actually, I've been waiting for this. He started kissing my wet shoulders and hugging my waist.

"I've missed you so much, Dell," he whispered. 

I missed him a lot too. I really wanted to feel his warmth again. It was like I was addicted to this person. He hurt me, but at the same time he gave me even more pleasure. It definitely wasn't healthy love. I was inadequate around him. He was going crazy around me. I would say that we are more likely to be potential patients of psychiatric clinics than adequate people. Every time he touched me, butterflies started fluttering in my stomach.

Our room was booked until the 12th day, so we had a good night's sleep. At one o'clock in the afternoon we should have already been outside the gates of El Bazaar according to our "entrance tickets".

I followed Troy out of our room. A couple of minutes later we were in the center of the market.

"I think we need to eat," Troy said.

I nodded in agreement. The choice here was not particularly diverse: baked vegetables, quesadillas, tacos and a couple of other Mexican dishes. I decided I didn't want to take any chances, so I chose the former. Troy ventured to try the local meat. And we both had coffee, and then went to the food court.

Our order arrived in 10 minutes.

"Is this a quesadilla?!" Troy asked the waitress, looking in surprise at the pita bread rolled into a roll, spreading on his plate. The girl just shrugged her shoulders and quickly left.

"Disgusting! And it costs 7 bullets?! I want to go to the ranch! I want to get back to normal life and food!"

"Stop it, Troy. It doesn't look so bad," I lied.

"Don't lie to me, honey!"

"Come on, don't throw a tantrum, it's just food," I said, shoving potatoes into my mouth.

"Probably," he spread his hands and decided to start breakfast.

"Of course, it's not as good as a ranch, but it's still better than nothing."

"You're right, Dell."

We continued to eat. My dish turned out to be quite tasty, and I handed Troy some vegetables on a fork. He tasted it and nodded in satisfaction.

Suddenly I saw a man sitting at a table about ten meters away from us. My eyes widened. Troy caught my eye.

"What's there?" Troy asked me in surprise, turning around.

I didn't answer because I didn't know what to say. Aron was there. He was alive and sitting right next to us. I couldn't believe my eyes.

"Della?"

I silently got up and went to the table of my, as it seemed to me, already deceased, husband. Troy, apparently, was taken aback, as he ran after me only a couple of minutes later.

Aron and I met each other's eyes, and I saw his eyes widen. It was like everything was in slow motion.

He got up and ran up to me without saying anything, he just hugged me to his chest. My breath caught in my throat. 

Suddenly, someone's hands pushed us away from each other... Troy.

"What do you think, why the fuck are you touching my wife?!"

"Your... who?!"  Aron asked angrily.

"Della, who is?! Why are you hugging him? What's going on anyway?"