Really sad and abstract song fic here... I dunno... take it as you will and I hope you like the song at the very least.
Song:
Wonderwall by Oasis
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"Take away a man's son and you have truly given him nothing left to lose"
The three of them stood on the ridge in solemn silence. They were still numb. "Someone tell me that didn't just happen," Columbus said at last. "Someone tell me this isn't happening," he groaned rubbing the dirt from his grimy face. Then he realized Little Rock was crying. She hadn't been crying before. She hadn't cried at all… not once during the whole time. It had happened and she had dealt with it, but now reality was catching up. Her mind had a chance to realize what everything meant.
She ran away hopping in the back of the Caddy with shuddering sobs.
The world had just been shaken to the core. What was there left now? The cross was casting a shadow in the dying light of evening. The desert dust would swallow the crude wood up not long after the Caddy pulled away. The tire tracks would fade and the flesh would be gone someday. Who would know? Who would remember what was under the earth?
They would.
They would remember forever. They could never forget. They couldn't lose the memory, or the ache because life would never be the same.
Dear God how?
The whole world hadn't been gone until this one life, the one unifying light went out. They had stood by and let it happen. The fire went out trying to keep them warm.
What for?
Was this all worth it? One life for another. Who got hurt more? It's for the best… it's for the best. That's what was said. No one could stand to lose twice and it was their turn. History couldn't repeat itself.
So now what?
Broken, bruised, bleeding… what now? Who would take it? What could be said to make it okay again? It was impossible. Why did it take so much to evoke the needed response? Why? Just one day too late… just one moment too late to show courage. Just one day too late to figure it all out. Just one second to late to realize what needed to be done.
It always was.
It always was supposed to be this way? No… no one would ever throw it back. No one would because it was all just speculation. The roads were winding and the light was blinding and fate just got them to the top of Death Valley. Four had come in and three would walk out and all they held was a memory. All that held them was a memory.
Columbus turned and walked back to the Caddy slipping into the driver's side. Wichita took the passenger side. He cast one last look at the cross, the heaped earth, and the hat wiggling back and forth in the wind as it rested atop the wooden monument.
"Take away a child's father, and you have truly given them nothing but a memory to hold it together with"
