Psych: Continue Dreaming
by: jewel of athos
Prompt: continue dreaming
Author's Note: This prompt, on first glance, seemed like a wishful, but light prompt; something that I could use as a springboard to write sweet nothing. But because of recent events in my life, the words took on a darker tone (though this fic actually has nothing to do with what's going on with me :p). Blame my Muse.
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Shawn watched with watery, red-rimmed eyes as the polished dark-wood casket was lowered into the ground. His body shook, and for a moment, the scene before him was overlaid with a memory.
He was a child, standing in the same cemetery in summertime, the entire world golden in the late-afternoon light. He was watching his grandmother's white casket lowerd, and wondering why the sun was out when she was dead. His father's arm was around his shoulders.
"Why did she die, Dad?" he asked. "She wasn't ready to die."
"Son, no matter if you're ready or not, everybody's gotta go sometime. There's nothing you can do about it; you can only keep dreaming about when you're gonna get to heaven and see them again.
Today, the weather matched the event. It was cold and slushy and raining, fat drops staining the dirt of the new grave. Shawn stared hard at that fresh dirt, and for a moment, he saw his father, standing behind the headstone, smiling sadly.
"Keep dreaming, Shawn," his voice echoed in Shawn's head. Then the vision was gone, and in its place, the name carved into the stone.
Henry Spencer
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fin.
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A/N:…nobody that I know died, this is total fiction.