#i changed the painting part to writing for professor negan cause that’s his art form

[savior-negan]

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I was listenin' to the ocean

I saw a face in the sand

But when I picked it up

Then it vanished away from my hands, down

I had a dream I was seven

Climbing my way in a tree

I saw a piece of heaven

Waiting impatient for me, down

And I was runnin' far away

Would I run off the world someday?

Nobody knows, and

I was dancing in the rain

I felt alive and I can't complain

But no, take me home

Take me home where I belong

I can't take it anymore

I was painting a picture

The picture was a painting of you and

For a moment I thought you were here

But then again, it wasn't true, down

And all this time I have been lyin'

Oh, lyin' in secret to myself

I've been putting sorrow on the farthest place on my shelf

I got no other place to go

No, take me home

Take me home where I belong

But I kept runnin'

For a soft place to fall

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It was Lucilles death anniversary and like every year before Negan traveled to his old hometown where he still owned a house at the beach which ran under her name. While his dark habit of killing the people who got too close to the ones he started to care for forced him to move across the states and sometimes even leaving the country, this place was the closest to home he ever got, or so he thought until he met Cassia.

It was no secret that he was highly obsessed about this girl. That he started to grow fond of her even if he tried his best not to let her know cause he loved the way she clung to him when she got insecure. Yes he loved her obsession about him just as much as he hated his own about her since he always promised himself to never fall in love again. Not because he was scared of the feeling itself but of what it could make out of him knowing how many lives he already took whenever he thought he found love before. It never was after Lucille. Never until now. With Cassia he lost every control he hoped he had and driving to his secret cabin on the weekend was the only way for him to breathe and calm his mind from the endless jealousy and urge to control or stalk her.

That’s why she probably wasn’t even surprised that he wasn’t home this weekend and expected him to be at his usual place, but she didn’t know that he flew across the country to visit this place of his past. What she also didn’t know and what he didn’t even thought of was the company he used to enjoy whenever he came back here: Lucy was someone he met here who lost her husband at the same time he lost Lucille and over the grief they bonded or at least did their best to drown their sorrows in sexual intercourses that worked without talking and the stupid pity they usually got.

They had never really grown close or talked outside of being here, that’s why Negan didn’t even know if she was still living here and got surprised to hear her common voice while he was sitting barefoot at the beach and wrote some lines for his new book. It could have been like always, her gentle touch on his shoulder, the way she carefully sat down next to him without a word and ended in his bed for the night. Without blame, without grief, without words and without strings attached. But this time it was different.

Negan didn’t smile at her, he didn’t even close his notebook but kept staring at the pages where he had written things he noticed about Cassia. And after all, this whole place didn’t feel like his home anymore. His home was somewhere else.

With a deep breath he got up and just as Lucy started to follow him, he raised one hand and shook his head. “No. I gotta go home.” The woman with the long blonde hair looked at him in confusion, but the smile on her face still didn’t vanish, like it never did. God how much he missed Cassias angry face.

“And I’ll accompany you.” Lucy said with determination and stepped forward, which made Negan push her back gently with his flat hand against her chest.

“It’s not my home anymore. I found somewhere I belong.”

“Somewhere or someone?”

Negan didn’t answer her question, instead he just scoffed and lowered his chin, huffing a low “I’m sorry.” before he turnt around and walked up the little hill leading to his house. Lucilles house cause it indeed didn’t feel like his anymore.

While packing his things or the few ones he unpacked at least, he grabbed his phone and dialed Cassias number. As always she was a good girl and picked up fast, giving him this nice relieving feeling in his chest that only home could bring you. Yeah, it wasn’t a place he considered his home. It was her.

“Babygirl… I changed my mind and take the next flight. Are you home? Cause there’s something I wanna tell you.” Maybe he wouldn’t tell her that she indeed became his home, but eventually she would know when he would open up about his past, about the place he went to and why. She would understand. Like she always did. “I’ll see you in three hours.” Without waiting for her response or maybe he even overheard it, he hanged up and closed the door behind him, a last guilty look over to Lucy’s house a few blocks away where she probably was watching him from the windows. Now he let her down too but… It didn’t matter. He now had some place else he belonged to. A home where he needed to be. And maybe attached strings wouldn’t feel that bad after all, not when they are so strongly attached that it feels like an embrace. A place to be. Comfort. Home. Where he belonged.

#cassia x negan || a lesson to be learnt #𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 {𝘮𝘺 𝘯𝘶𝘵𝘴𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘭} #ourwrittenstories #i changed the painting part to writing for professor negan cause that’s his art form #and by writing under an alias about his lovers he makes it obvious he’s in love