Curly held his body. Held Dallas Winston's body. Close to his chest. He didn't care about the tears in his eyes. His tears were flowing down his cheek, harshly and brutal. There were blood around him and the body. The body of Dallas Winston. He tried shaking him, tried waking him up, not wanting to realize that his only love, the man he loved so dearly was dead. Gone. He was shaking. He was shaking so violently, trying to not scream in agony. The pain he felt….It was so hard. Dallas's hair was sticky from the tears that his lover shed when holding onto him so tightly. Denying, denying the passing of the man he so greatly loved.
"My Dal, my Dallas, please wake up. Please wake up. Don't do this to me….Please." he whispered, his voice gasping to catch his breath. He kissed his hair, kissed his face. Caputuring his lips, those cold dead lips. He wanted to be with him forever. He wanted to hold him forever. He wanted to be held forever. He wanted nothing more than his dear, dear Dallas. His thump trailed his face cold face, wiping away the tears that had fallen onto his beautiful face. "I love you, i love you..please don't do this to me. Please! Don't!" he begged, begged so harshly.
People were pulling on him, trying to seperate him from his love. Trying to steal him away from his only love. The only light in his life. He was shoving those people away, their voices and screams distant. He couldn't let go of his dear Dallas. No matter what happened with them. No matter how much they fought, no matter what they did, Curly loved his Dallas and Dallas loved is Curly.
Curly was shaking, screaming, crying when they pulled him away from the body. He couldn't see nothing but Dallas. Dallas was the only thing that mattered. He needed his Dallas. He needed him. "Please!" he screamed, repeating the word over and over again. He remembered. He had it. He tore himself away from the strong arms holding him away from his love. Running to the cold Dallas, kneeling by his side, leaning down, kissing him with a strong passion. His hands found his gun. Put it to his temples as he leaned down for another kiss. "I love you." he muttered before letting their lips touch, his finger pulling the trigger.
Curly Shepard lied in the arms of the man of his life, their souls reunioning.
True Love Never Dies.