"Listen. Listen good, don't just half-ass it. *Really* listen to me. I. Don't. Like. You. How could something as...
annoying as you, as self-centered and selfish as you - how could you think someone like *me* could **ever** fall in love with you?
"Because the answer is very, very simple - I can't. I don't. I don't love you, and I never will.
I don't give a shit if the whole fucking world ends again and again until we're the last two people on this planet. I will *never* love you.
"Now grow up."
TEN YEARS LATER
Within the week of that, Cobalt appeared and ended half the country in a week. Maybe a month, I really couldn't care less. Nonetheless, we were hit. We were hit hard.
I, a 15 year old obese, awkward little child, just watched from the hills - as the great city of Birmingham went dark, piece by piece. Then I stayed to watch them drop napalm all over it.
I had a hard time believing any of it was even remotely real. I couldn't just believe it, not after how...how fast it went! How fast it happened!
But even then, no matter how hard I tried to deny it - it was the reality of the world.
That whole week changed me. Cobalt was the icing on the goddamn cake.
Today - I'm the exact opposite of the person I was then. I lost the weight, I gained the strength and the speed to survive. I felt like a bad-ass at this point.
But I wasn't. I was just a survivor.
I was a goddamn husband.
That girl who, a decade ago, berated me in front of everybody in a small high school cafeteria - Dash Corlett?
She was my wife now.
She *is* my wife now.
I still couldn't really believe even *that* happened. It's funny. The whole colony of Alabama falls apart in just days, *zombies* roam what's left, I lost my family in a single night...
And yet - I focused more on her. Her soothing voice, her silky, dark, short hair - that *boyish* charm to her. And that attitude, the kind that kept her alive, kept her going all these years...
That was what I married. There are people, survivors that we've been with for almost the entire time I've known Dash who would have easily taken me instead of push me away.
But yet, I kept going to Corlett, going to that arrogant teenager who blossomed into a true woman.
Sometimes I ask myself, "Why did I take her? Why not someone else?"
Because the answer is very, very simple.
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