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( FLASHBACK TO OCTOBER OF 1967! )
RUNNING SCARED,
she had bolted down towards the park, praying dallas was okay.
she knew that johnny was hitting him the worst out of all of them, and she couldn't loose him. not yet.
"don't shoot!"she screamed, as she reached within 10 feet of the scene.
she heard gunshots ring throughout the october air, and saw dallas crumple to the ground.
"i'm sorry fin."she heard dallas say as he crawled towards her, and he went limp.
her ears rung as she stared at dallas in fear, shock and pain run through her mind and body.
she couldn't believe it. nobody could.
dallas tucker winston was dead.
she started hearing yelling, and sirens coming down towards them.
her breath could be seen within the october night, and she started coming back to reality.
her hands started shaking and she could feel tears welling up in here eyes.
"fin?"steve stood in front of her, walking closer to her, and her lip quivered.
steve wrapped her in a hug, and that's when everything inside of her broke.
all the walls she had put up, with stone and brick were all torn down, and shattered to the ground.
her screams could be heard throughout tusla oklahoma, and her cries heard within the park.
she couldn't breathe, and she didn't think she ever would again.
the one real thing she had ever known was gone.
it had felt like hours before they had calmed down finley, and she had knelt down beside dallas.
"you didn't have to do this dal."she whispered, stroking back his hair, as his face was cold.
"we could've done this dal. you would've been okay." she continued, feeling her heart break even more.
"i love you dal."her lips pressed against his forehead,
"please never forget that."
✰
FINLEY SHOT UP IN BED,
gasping for breath, with her legs tangled within the sheet.
it was around five in the morning, and she knew after that nightmare, she wasn't going back to sleep.
she knew darry would be up soon, and so would pony and soda.
she had slipped out of bed, grabbing the clothes she needed before heading into a shower to clear her thoughts.
steam filled within the bathroom before she stepped inside.
the burning sensation of the water hitting her back, as she closed her eyes.
she thought about how casually cruel life could be, but also keeping her honest and trying to be thankful for what she had.
but it stung, and it tore her apart loosing the one person whom made her feel alive again.
her chest was heavy, with a sob stuck in her throat, but she kept it down not wanting to wake anybody.
once she had gotten out and gotten dressed, everyone was up, and she even noticed two-bit watching mickey and drinking his usual beer while steve ate the cake darry had just made.
"i'm going to pack up everything at dal's and then bring it here and we can sort through everything."finley cleared her throat, and darry gave her a worried look.
"do you want any help?"darry asked and she shook her head, "i'd rather do it alone please. we can go through everything together later i promise."
"at least let me give you a ride." darry pleaded with her, and she shook her head no.
"can i take the truck just so i can have everything in there at once?" she questioned, and darry sighed, handing her the keys.
"be safe?"he asked her, and she nodded.
"always."
✰
OPENING UP THE DOORS TO DALLAS'S APARTMENT,
she stood in the doorway seeing everything was the same from when she had last left it.
except a picture frame that was new.
it caught the corner of her eye, and she slowly walked over to it, grabbing it and sitting down on the bed.
it was a photo of the gang, before everything had turned upside down and burned down to the ground.
she blinked the tears away from her eyes, continuing to pack things in an old box she had found.
by 10 am she had already cleared out almost all of his drawers, and was going through his final drawer when she stumbled across something she had lost over a year ago.
she thought back to when they had first met, and she had gone over to dallas's apartment.
he was standoffish, and she wasn't buying it. she wanted to get close to dallas winston because she knew deep down, under all that hatred and pain, there was a boy who could be caring, kindhearted and someone who could make her feel alive and innocent.
there were also times where she had felt intrigued into dallas's heartless side, and when they had adventurous times along tusla, almost like bonnie and clyde.
her fingers trembled as she grabbed ahold of the scarf, and all of the memories had flashed back to her of the two of them.
from the plaid shirt days to nights where he had made her his, it all came back to her, and she didn't want to forget it all but she wanted it to all stop.
the memories came back in flashes - like a kaleidoscope of memories.
someone had once said, that death is not the greatest loss in life.
the greatest loss is what dies inside of us while we live.
