Curt finishes his second bottle of Whisky for the evening as he signs the letter. It’s probably much too smeared to actually be legible, but Curt is past the point of caring. All he knows is he certainly can’t read it through his tears. He folds it up and puts it to the side with shaking hands. The only part of it visible is the part that Curt wrote before he started drinking.
These powers have always been nothing but a curse, but now he can actually use them for something good. He can bring Owen back, undo the horrible mistake that he made. If only he hadn’t been so cocky, but that doesn’t matter now. None of that is going to matter in a moment. Owen will be whole, and safe, and alive.
Curt is more than willing to give up his life for his lover’s. He just wishes that he would get a moment with him before he died. Sure, he could try to summon just Owen’s ghost before going the whole way, but he knows Owen would try to talk him out of it. Curt can almost hear what Owen would say.
He’d tell Curt that it’s okay, that it wasn’t his fault, that Curt shouldn’t throw his life away, he should go out and live every minute of it. Owen will be here waiting for him when he dies naturally.
But Curt can’t afford to let himself be talked out of this. This was his mistake, and he needs to make it right.
Curt takes a deep breath and steadies his nerves. He’s ready.
He feels the usual internal shift, and the air around him grows cold.
Curt reaches out, searching for Owen’s spirit. It should be easy for him to find, he thinks. Owen’s spirit should feel exactly like he did when alive. Warm, welcoming, like home.
Curt’s brow furrows. He can’t find him. He pushes himself even further. It’s never been this hard before. Why would it be this hard?
No. No, no, no! This can’t be happening! He has to find Owen, he has to bring him back! He can’t fail Owen again.
A cry rips out of Curt’s throat as he feels his powers start to fade away. He can’t find him. He can’t bring him back.
Curt grabs the empty bottle next to him and hurls it across the room, tears falling freely from his eyes. He barely even hears the glass shatter, he’s to caught up in his own head.
Owen must hate him. He must hate Curt so much, so he won’t come when he feels Curt’s pull. That’s never happened to Curt before, but if anyone could break the norm, it would be his Owen.
Curt curls up in a ball, letting himself sob openly. He shoves the envelope away from him, causing the contents to spill across the small room. The letter opens, and out from it falls a small, metal band clattering to the floor.
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