Michonne's P.O.V

"Why did you run, Meesh?" Andrea asked as the moonlight shun upon her soft tan skin.

"I- I don't know, it just didn't feel right." I sighed

I don't know man, part of me wants to let Rick in and the other part is telling me no.
I don't know if he's what I want.. I mean, no one can fall in love in just two weeks can they?

No... We're moving way too fast.

I think?

"Love with your heart and not your head." She whispered

What does that mean?

"What was the real reason you ran?"

I scoffed and looked at her in the night like she was crazy, "Nothing. I told you, it didn't feel right."

She chuckled lightly and gently nudged my arm, "I know you. There's another reason."

Ugh who am I kidding. Andrea can sense a lie before I even tell it.

"When I kissed Rick, I uh, I thought of Mike." I confessed

She gasped and pulled me into a soft hug, to which I laid my head upon her shoulder.

"Meesh you gotta let him go. You're better than that."

"He's the father of my child, it's not that easy."
I was almost on the verge of tears just thinking about Mike, how easily I fell in love with him.
Just like I am with Rick.

You see, Mike was this man who never knew what life could offer for a man as great as him, he was perhaps too good for me. As to Rick is himself.
But he fell for me anyway, and we stayed together for a long time, he never asked me to marry him and I generally got the sense that he never really wanted to.

And as the years went on, after we had Andre and what not, things got more difficult, we were faced with more challenges. I begged him to stay, try to remember what we had in the beginning.

But it didn't seem to work.

I still remember all of our good times but  I still remember the time his hand went across my face.
I still remember how drunk and high he had gotten to the point where I was his ragdoll.
I still remember Andre screaming "daddy stop!" and his hands tightening around my neck.

"You okay?" Andrea exclaimed

When I fell from my thoughts, I realized tears were rolling down my face. I couldn't control them, they just fell at the thought of Mike.

Andrea pulled away from the hug and examined my stone cold face with tears that could drown us both.

"I don't love him anymore and I don't miss him. I just loved the way he loved me and I just miss the way he made me feel." I sniffled, convincingly.

"What are you waiting for? Someone could love you more." She smiled.

Hate to admit, but she's right.
There are men out there that would love to love me, I bet.

"You're right," I faked a smirk "I'm gonna go inside and get some sleep with Andre." I sighed, wiping the tears from my eyes with the sleeve of my favorite long sleeved sweater.

"Goodnight Meesh."
We hugged one last time before I got up and turned to follow the path to Andrea's small house on the hill.

I really enjoy staying here with her, I mean it's sorta like paradise. Just us and Andre in her small 2 bedroom house in the middle of the country. No sounds, no gunshots for miles, no crimes, nothing. Nothing like the sweet, sweet country.

"Michonne!"

I turned around quickly to find Rick toppling out his truck parked at the end of the driveway, holding tight onto a dozen roses.

As soon as he caught my attention, he stopped running and began to causally walk toward me.

I couldn't move my legs, I felt paralyzed just looking at him, but luckily Andrea was there to push me on.

"Play it cool." she whispered.
She pat my shoulder, glanced at Rick once more, and made her way into the house.

I chuckled faintly to myself and slowly met Rick halfway in our yard. .

He didn't cut his car off, therefore the light shone upon us like this way some staged play and we were in spotlight.

"Hey," He smiled, letting out a sigh of relief.

"These are for you." he handed me the roses and I gracefully took them away from his shaking hands.

"Where could you possibly get roses at one in the morning?" I laughed.

He smiled and glared down at his dress shoes, shining in the night, and looked back up at me.

"You wouldn't even guess."

He tried to look me in the eyes, but I guess he was low on confidence because he kept glancing away. He'd glare back at his truck, and then to the woods on the far left and even at Andre's tire swing I set up, but he couldn't seem to look me in the eyes.

"You okay?" I nearly whispered.

We were so close, the only thing that kept us from touching bodies were the roses I held oh so close to my heart.

I haven't gotten roses in a while so the gesture was pretty nice of him.

"I'm more than okay, are you okay?"

"Yes." I smirked.

"Look Michonne, I didn't come out here to apologize for kissing you or anything because I don't regret it, perhaps that made tonight the best night I've had in a while. But I just wanted to say thank you for coming with me tonight and if you wanna forget about the kiss, I can. It's fine with me because I still want to be your friend." He said, in a saccharine, low and slow tone.

I don't want to break his heart, but I don't wanna lead him on either, you know? But, I'm not ready for a relationship and neither is he. I know it.

"Thank you for coming all the way out here just to tell me that.. And thank you for the roses. You make me happy Rick, and I don't want to forget about the night I got to lay lips against yours," I chuckled faintly "but, sometimes for things to fall through we gotta let things go the way faith wants it."

"What do you mean?" he asked, in a much sadder tone.

"Time. Give it time. I go my way and you go yours." I whispered

Silence.

"Well, uh, take as much time as you need. I know that things have to fall through but I can't hide my connection with you and maybe I'm just a hopeless romantic but I really like you. And I know that that's just a shout out into the void, but I really mean it." he sighed, which turned into a faint chuckle.

"Call me whenever you've had time, I'll always be here. So uh, Goodnight Michonne."

He leaned in and kissed my forehead slowly and passionately.

"Until next time, Rick." I smiled.

He faked a half grin and held his head down as he walked off back toward his truck.

Man, I feel bad.
That was worse than breaking up with someone. .

"Wait!" I shouted after him

He turned around and stared at me with a befuddled look across his face.. "Yeah?"

I looked back down at my feet and looked back up at him.

Without a flicker of remorse or a drop of hesitation, I spontaneously ran to him and hugged him tight.

"Thank you for everything." I whispered into his broad, wide chest.

I pulled away to find him in complete and utter shock, with his mouth half open. He was so cute and I just couldn't resist one last kiss.

Until I see him again. If I ever decide see him again.

The kiss was long and passionate, he held my head close to his and I wrapped my fingers in his curls. Time stopped for a moment and it felt like we were floating.

Deep in his trance, I pulled away and ran back off toward the house. Too coward to look back into his eyes.

"Goodnight Cinderella." He called out, with a soft chuckle.

Goodnight prince charming.