The sixth season of “The Walking Dead,” AMC’s acclaimed show, airs on Sunday, April 3. Cast and crew have promised not only one of the most brutal episodes, but also the most heartbreaking.

Let me tell you, I am not here for this, writers.

Like, I will be here to watch it, but I digress.

So, yes, it’s common knowledge that everyone has been waiting for this episode while biting their nails, worried of what is to come, and I know I’m not spouting any new info — but the point is, I’m not writing because of the stress achieved by waiting for this finale, I’m writing because of the stress lingering from an episode earlier this year.

Does episode three ring a bell?

Like the episode, three episodes into a brand new season, where you go and shove my favorite character, my cinnamon roll too good for this world, Glenn Rhee, into a hoard of zombies when he was just trying to give the man who almost killed him (twice now!) a second chance. It was this episode that gave the illusion that Glenn Rhee, ex-pizza delivery boy, was now dead, with no embellishments what-so-ever, in a way that Glenn Rhee never deserved to go.

I was not amused, I was the farthest thing from amused. From the moment he said he was going to make a diversion, I was clutching my face, shaking my head, begging my computer screen to stop this beautiful boy from going. But of course he went, and the moment that damned Nicholas spread blood across Glenn’s face, I was crying, watching as they hurtled back into the crowd below. The crying turned into screaming, pushing away my computer, almost off the bed, sobbing and breath hitching because, my good ma'ams and sirs, I am emotionally unstable. I cried for two hours after, and I cried at every mention of his name from then on. Imagine my reaction when I found out Maggie was pregnant, I’m sure you couldn’t guess what I did.

That’s right, cry.

You thought you were doing good and well, creating a situation where the watchers would feel like the characters in the show did—not knowing what had happened, continuing on without a clue, not knowing if they’d come back. Sure, it was great, you achieved something like that.

The thing is, my lovely writers, Glenn Rhee is very precious to me — and many others. Before I even began watching the show, two years after my brother began his watching of it, I had adored Glenn Rhee. I had watched an episode with my brother, one of the first ones when Glenn is zooming away in that red car whooping and hollering and being all happy and such because he didn’t know the shit he was going to be put through after.

I was his fan from day one, and that hasn’t stopped. Once I began watching, my love for him only grew deeper, and let me tell you, writers, you have not made being a fan of Glenn Rhee easy. You seem to thing he can’t be happy. You seem to think that this boy needs to go through the wringer to prove himself. You almost kill him a handful of times each season, and I honestly, hate it.

Seasons 5 and 6 have been the worst. First, almost dying at the hands of Nicholas — who shot him. Then, getting to watch as Noah, the young boy who had been a part of his team, who had tried to save Beth, was torn apart in front of him after hearing him beg not to let go. Season 6 starts off with his “death” — what a rude way to start a season, let me tell you — and then they just continue trying to kill him. He got back, tried to save Maggie, and I was crying again because oh — look — there’s a hoard of zombies coming after him and he has nowhere to go — WHY, WRITERS, WHY.

Of course, he has survived thus far, he has proved himself over and over, and I have cried each and every time because after six seasons with this boy, I am not ready to give him up. I have never stuck with a character so long, I’ve never been given the chance. I am a Game of Thrones fan, you can never enjoy a character too long. And, I have the attention span of a toddler, where my interests are fleeting, yet here I am, four years into my “The Walking Dead” adventure, and not losing interest anytime soon.

OK, so let’s just get to where this is leading up. Negan. We all know who Negan is, fans who never read the comic know who Negan is, and he’s going to be introduced next week. As an avid Glenn fan, I probably should have read the comics, I probably should have put them down, and dropped the show altogether. Yet, I didn’t. Instead, I heard the great news from my brother.

Negan is the author of Glenn’s demise. He is the man who is supposed to end the life of my sweet child who has tried his best to do what he can to stay human.

Now, I know we’re too far in. Things have been filmed, there is no possible way to change what has been done — and even then, a lone fan will not change a thing.

But what I need you to know, writers — if Glenn is the one who dies at the baseball bat of this man, I can not promise I will stay the good little watcher I am.

Writers, I am begging you, please, do not kill Glenn if you know what is good. Glenn is so pure, Glenn is the light of this show, and if you kill the light, the other characters will have no other way to go but down.

I know you’re trying to show that he isn’t the light anymore. You put him through the wringer, you try to draw his mental capacities to the very edge. You’ve put him in near death experiences, and he’s supposed to be cracking, and he is but he’s trying. And then, two weeks ago, you made him kill his first human, and now he can’t go back from that.

But just the week before he was smiling at his baby’s sonogram.

If you take away Glenn, you take away one of the last human aspects of the show, and as an avid watcher, I myself am not ready.

If Glenn dies, I will most likely free my Sunday nights for a while. (At least till “Fear The Walking Dead” is back.)

Basically, “The Walking Dead” writers, I want to thank you, for this beauty that is Glenn Rhee, a character I love with all my heart.

But, considering you have a fondness for taking characters dear to me — remember last week, with Denise, a woman with so much potential, and a strong lesbian character, because I do, and I loved her. Screw you — I do not trust you, and till the very end next week, I will not trust you.

I will sit here, wearing my “If Glenn Dies We Riot” shirt, and I will either be crying over a character I had liked, or sobbing, losing my mind, over the one person that matters anymore.

He has the chance — please, “TWD” writers — please, let my boy be happy.