Prompt Post - Part Six [CLOSED TO NEW PROMPTS]
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Why...?
God it hurt so bad.
He had fallen so young, so terribly young and in such a way the scars on the heart never healed properly. That day started so normal and happy that they never imagined the nightmare they would wake up to. Like a phantom, he was there one minute and gone the next. Three months, four days, twelve hours, thirty seven minutes and forty one... forty two... forty three seconds they had found him.
His broken body.
Too late. Always too late. Why, why, why?
Like an animal run over on the street, they found him, beaten and broken. The blood was long dried and the stench of death fouled up the air. There was no dignity, no peace, just a cruel ending.
None of them had coped well. There had to be several interventions by friends and family members. Too many sleepless nights (NOOO! Come back -sob- please come back), a few close calls with addictions (make it stop, make it stop, make it stop, I need it to make it stop) and pushing themselves beyond the limit (still not strong enough). Everything was wrong, wrong, wrong.
But they managed to move forward. It hurt like walking on broken glass barefooted, but they moved forward. They taped back the pieces of their lives back together with duct tape. Nothing fit properly anymore, everything was jagged and sharp. God... it hurt so much.
Now he stood before them dressed in a familiar black uniform that didn’t look right on him but did because it was his birthright, his destiny and they knew it. Never made that far, should have, could have, would have been the greatest. He was far older then any of them would ever get to see him. He just stood there with that all too familiar grin, cowl down as if there was nothing wrong in the world. Life is so fucking unfair.
“Hey,” he lightly joked. “Given your guys' age, this is probably your first time dimension hopping, but geeze, I can’t be that much older then you guys if Wally is still Kid Flash. Then again I’m like a decade older then Conner in this dimension, so I guess anything is possible.”
Silence.
Then they moved as one, tackling him in a hug because it had been so long since they seen him. One year, seven months, two weeks, four days, twenty hours, fourteen minutes, and three, four, five seconds since he was gone. It isn't the same, but they can feel him, his warmth, his breathing and that brought them some comfort. Because in their world, death stole him early in the cruelest possible way. Wally summed up their feelings best in a single sentence.
“We missed you so much, Dick.”
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