He awoke to the setting sun. He was lying down next to the grave. The warmth he had felt was still present in him.
Was it all a dream? He didn't remember falling asleep. It had to be a daydream. The picture of Lucky still lucid in his mind.
He remembered holding her hand and leading her to a park. They lay on the green grass and Dean felt like everything in his broken and torn world was whole again.
They talked and talked on end about nothing and everything and Dean enjoyed it. He really missed her, but how was it all a dream when everything felt so real.
He remembered the words she had spoken before she faded away, "Dean, I will always love you and I know you will love me too. Please forgive yourself and find your happiness again. I want you to."
She kissed his cheek and he closed his eyes and he was back to the place where she no longer existed. Where he was responsible for her death yet she came to him in a daydream and wanted him to forgive himself and be happy for her.
He knew it would take time, healing always does and forgiving himself would too.
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Short StoryThey say that the worst pain one can feel is letting go and for Dean Janson, a boy shattered by the death of his first love, it seems that the last thing on his mind is to let Lucky Sims go.
