wanting Ron (Rarl)

reality 9 (3)

"Hey Carl."Rick says.

"What?" i ask.

"Ron is downstairs he needs to talk to you." Rick says.

I shake my head.

"W-what?" i ask.

"i said Daryl is down stairs he needs to talk to you." Rick explains.

Oh.

"Nah. Tell him i busy." i said.

"But your not Carl." He says in a stern tone.

"Well i am actually cause im talking to you." i say as i turn around and smile at him.

"Get your butt down stairs."he says.

I walk downstairs.

"What?" i ask kinda rudely.

Well i bet you guys would be rude to someone who drugged you too.

He hands me a jacket.

I give him a confused look.

"Look at it closer." he says.

I hold it out and look at it.

My eyes fill with tears.

"Were did you get this!" i ask while i look at him angry.

"In his room."he says.

"I appreciate​ this but don't go into his room. That is his room not yours!" i say raising my voice at the end.

"Sorry for trying to do something nice for you." he says holding his hands up in surrender.

I put Ron's jacket on.

And... Smile.

I have not done that in along time unless it was one of my sassy smiles.

"He left me...a note."i say.

Daryl gives me a confused look.

"His suicide note." i say.