Wind whispered through the leaves like a lullaby. I leaned against Kyle's headstone and drifted off without meaning to.In the dream, there was no blood, no fire, no suffocating night. Kyle wore his little bear hoodie, clutching a kite string, running with sweat dripping down his face.He didn't look back, just shouted, "Mommy! Hurry up! If you don't run faster, the kite's gonna fall!"I tried desperately to catch up, but my feet felt rooted to the ground. Kyle stopped and turned around. His little face was clean, and there was no wound or blood.He stuck his tongue out at me. "Mommy, stop frowning like that. You look like an old lady. I want apple pie. The kind with lots of sugar."Go back home now, and don't stay here with me. I'm gonna go play again."With that, he let go of the kite string. It soared into the sky while he laughed and ran into the depths of the forest."Kyle!"I jolted awake. Dawn had broken.Morning dew dampened my lashes, but my body felt warm. A leather
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