[b][i]I dreamt of L but it wasn’t the usual dream.....[/i][/b] We were dressed in old attire- like some game of thrones shit. Our heads covered under hoods so you can barely see our faces but I knew it was him.
We walked with a group of others thru woods into a clearing that had picnic tables. It was dark... the only light came from spaced out torches. I sat at a bench at his right side.
There was a rope tied around my waist- he held the other end of the rope. I remember thinking- knowing .... that it was so I didn’t lose my way.
Suddenly, the people in our group start screaming and running- I get up and run.... but L is not running. He’s on the ground- I go towards him.... That’s when some other hooded figure throws me on a horse and takes me to a cabin...
The cabin is full of people I don’t know, kids too. Families.... i knew L was dead. And now these strangers were taking me in.
I took off the rope.... a motherless child cried in the corner. And I hugged him tight.
