“Beth..” he choked out, barely able to process the reality of this moment. Worried, terrified, it was another cruel dream and he’d wake up and Joe would be there or Len or Gareth, maybe he’d be all alone, maybe he’d be with Rick and Carl and Michonne. But he was scared he’d pull away and Beth would be gone again.
Everything fell open like a floodgate inside of her as the hot tears broke over the dam of her lashes and spilled down her cheeks, pooling on the shoulder of his vest and bleeding into the collar of his shirt. She clutched the stitched wings on his vest so tightly that her fingers turned white. Every emotion she’d held in check, just to stay strong, melted away the moment he held her.