He was running as fast as he could across the wet grass, crying and out of breath. He had never wanted to see this place again, never wanted anything to do with it, but something was wrong and he could feel it.
Then he saw them, Claude and himself from thirty years ago. But it was all wrong.
Charlie saw himself at age 19 slumped over and choking on his own blood, staining his hands red as he tried to cover his mouth. His eyes were dim but wide open, the light fading out of them. Claude was frozen in place as he stared at the wound.
"No," he said quietly, watching as Charlie fell to the ground. He still hadn't moved, tears streaming down his cheeks.
This was all wrong.
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