Disclaimer: I don't own; I borrow with the odd exceptions.
Author's Note: Flames are welcome. This is based off a dream I had between myself and my younger sister and decided to make Curly's dream. And since dreams don't make sense, neither does this. Enjoy.
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He keeps dreaming of helicopters and outstretched hands he can't hold onto.
Tonight is particularly bad. Angela is beside him, sweating like a stuck pig and smiling like some sort of goddamned lunatic.
"I've never seen so many evergreens," she says, and she sounds miles and miles away. "Jesus."
"It could be worse," he says, watching her wipe her face on her shirt.
"It's so hot."
He feels her forehead. "You must've caught something."
She laughs. "Don't be ridiculous," she says. "Shepards don't get sick."
They used to live here. He scratches the back of his neck, wondering when it got so fucking disorientating. The evergreens are too thick to see through, too thick to hear through.
"If a tree falls in the forest, and no one is around to hear it, does it make a sound?"
He laughs.
Everything makes sound.
"Angela?"
He only took his eyes off her for a fucking second, he swears to God.
"Angela!"
The ground crunches behind him, and he can feel a frenzy starting in the bottom of his stomach, a tightness in his chest that won't leave him alone.
"I was in the helicopter," he says, and he doesn't know who he's talking to. "She was right there..."
He has to crawl. The branches are low and the mud is thick. Somebody has eyes on him.
The helicopter went down, Curly.
He shakes his head. "Shut the fuck up."
The pungent smell of fatality is in the air. He stands at the property's edge and looks to the sky.
"Angela?"
He sees her fall through the tops of the evergreens and hears the wailing of police sirens. She hits the roof of their old neighbor's house and drops like lead to the ground. His heart thuds once, fast and hard, and there's something so fucking wrong here.
"Angie..."
There's blood in her teeth when she smiles. Her eyelids droop, head swelling with blood. He touches the side of her face and blood runs through his fingers.
"We can't help you, son," the officer says. "There's an armed gunman..."
He looks up. The officer has a gun pointed at his head.
"I love you so much, Angie," he says, and the blood keeps coming. "I always have."
She keeps smiling; something inside him breaks.
"I love you too, Charlie—always and forever," she says. "It's so hot—I must've caught something."
"It could be worse."
And he runs.
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