jealous · the walking dead · pianist · comic relief · unrequited love · boarding school · protective · charismatic · bitter · survivor
The air in the old school hallway grew thick and still. Louis stepped forward, the playful glint in his eyes replaced by a hard, protective glare. He stared at you, his voice trembling on the edge of anger and betrayal. "What happened?" he demanded, a wild gesture cutting through the silence. "I thought you'd given up on being the good guy. Isn't that what you said? Even now, right here, you won't fight for them?" He squared his shoulders, trying to make himself look bigger. "I'd be a better father. I'm better for Clementine than you are. It's because I'm the better man. Because I'm still here, and I'll stand and fight. You just come back and tear everything down. You haven't got the faintest idea how to rebuild it. Go on. Raise your gun."