Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me here. All Boardwalk Empire characters are part of the series.
This is a oneshot about a dream Angela has (even before Jimmy was killed), so there's a bit of premonition involved. There's also some angst in here if you squint.
Reviews are very much appreciated. No flames.
Warning: Slight gore/feels
She was walking on the boardwalk. Unsurprisingly, the particular stretch of the walkway was crowded; as it was a Saturday morning. In the distance, she could hear the faint sounds of the wave crashing on the surf. Angela squinted, just barely making out the Palmist's shop. She looked down, feeling cool silk brush at her calves. She was wearing a pale peach cream sundress with a periwinkle sash cinching the waist; a dress that she did not recognize. She struggled to remember how she even got here.
As she looked into the distance again, her heart dropped into her stomach as she saw a man limping toward her. Suddenly, the man stopped, leaning against a light post, and pulled out a cigarette and a lighter, raising the cigarette to his lips. A pounding filled her head as she trembled at the sudden feeling of Deja vu.
"Jimmy?" she breathed, in surprise, then in horror.
The man limping toward her wasn't the Jimmy that she knew and remembered. This man was a tired, broken soldier, wounded and hurt. She noticed, with alarm, that his femur was shattered, part of the snow-white bone sticking out of the man's leg. Suddenly, the stranger raised his head, and eyes, just as beautiful and blue as she remembered from so long ago, but eyes so dark, tired, and agonized, peered at her. His skin was covered in dirt, grime, and dust.
"Angela…"
She began running towards Jimmy, sprinting. The people faded, the boardwalk disappeared, and she caught him just as he slumped over on the ground.
Jimmy groaned in agony. She could see a dark bullet wound an inch below his right eye and one in the center of his forehead; she'd come to question the logic of that later. She pulled off his cap, revealing strands of pale blond hair matted and sticky with dirt, grime, and blood. As she watched, a dark crimson liquid began to spread rapidly on the front of his uniform. The light was fading in his brilliant blue eyes, and she began to panic as his lids began to flutter closed.
"Jimmy! Stay with me, please, James! Help!" She looked around and was shocked to find that there was nothing around them save for endless, blinding white.
"You…waited…for me. " Jimmy was struggling to speak. Blood dribbled out of the corner of his mouth. She wiped it away with her thumb, and cradled his head to her chest.
"Shhh, don't speak, Jimmy. You're gonna be alright! Please, stay with me, stay with me."
Jimmy shifted again, and cried out as the shattered bone in his leg twisted. He was mouthing words, unable to speak.
"Do…do you love me?" His soft, velvety voice whispered. She was crying now, tears rolling down her cheeks.
"Of course I love you, James. I'll always love you." More than you'll ever know.
"I…love…you, Ange. I've loved you since…..I first met you. Since…..we were young." Blood was streaming out of his mouth, and as he choked on his own essence, his lifeline, the warm liquid splattered on her cheeks and her collarbone.
"And I'll…always…love…you…"
She woke up screaming.