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Date: 2020-03-27 09:06 am (UTC)As they walk downhill, leaves unfurl along the branches until they're surrounded by thick greenery. Seasons shifting from winter to summer like one of those time-lapse videos - only everything else is still happening at a normal pace. There's a constant shushing and rustling in the background as the wind blows through the trees.
They turn left at a huge sycamore. Noah lags behind the others. He knows where they are now. Where they must be going. What they're going to find.
There's a clearing up ahead and he doesn't want to step into it and they've all gone ahead of him now. He makes himself keep going, just a little farther, and through a gap in the trees it comes into view: A once-shiny red Mustang, dulled by layers of pollen and dead leaves, a twisted sapling growing out from underneath. His old car. It's been sitting here since the day he was murdered. Just like his bones, left out to be picked apart.
He only looks at it a moment and then he can't, he can't, he can't. He's turning and then he's in the bushes, bent double, dry-heaving. Someone - Blue - says his name but he barely hears her—]
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