A month later, I still wasn't over Jean's death. I saw his body in my dreams every night. I would wake up extremely tired, and I could barely get through training each day.
I had even begun to hallucinate. I heard Jean's voice whispering to me, and sometimes, I thought that I could see him next to me. He faded away quickly, but he had been there.
One night, I couldn't sleep. It had become the usual for me since Jean had died. As I laid there, trying my hardest to relax and fall asleep, I saw him.
Jean.
He was standing right by my bed. As soon as I saw him, I knew this wasn't a hallucination. He was right there, smiling at me from where he stood.
"J-Jean? Is that you?" I managed to stammer.
"Yeah Marco, who else would it be?" He replied in a sarcastic tone.
I reached out to touch his hand, but it wasn't solid. My hand went right through his.
"Oh yeah, you won't be able to touch me. Not yet, anyway. I still don't really know how this whole ghost thing works" He said, kind of sadly.
"I-it's okay," I stuttered, still not believing what I was seeing,"wait, so I'll eventually be able to touch you?"
"Like I said, I don't really know how this whole thing works yet. Maybe?" He replied.
I stared at him in disbelief for a few minutes. It HAS to be a hallucination. There's no way this is happening. Either that or I'm dreaming.
"Wait. That means you...you heard my, umm, confession?" I asked nervously.
"Yep." He replied simply.
"So, umm...do you, you know..." I was blushing furiously now.
"I'm sorry Marco," he interrupted me from my awkward thoughts,"I have to leave now."
"What?! Why do you have to go?" I was in shock. I had just found Jean again, and now he has to leave?
"I'll tell you next ti..." He didn't have time to finish his sentence before he faded out of view.
I began to cry. This was too much to take. I had accepted that he was gone, but he was here, right beside me, less then five minutes ago.
Jean, this is too much to take. I just keep losing you over and over again.
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I guess I cried myself to sleep, because
I woke up the next morning with a tear stained face. I convinced myself that Jean had been a dream, or a hallucination caused by me missing him so much.
I was convinced of that until I found the note at the end of my bed. I stared at it with wide eyes.
I'll see you again tonight.
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A/N:So here's part three. How often do you want me to update? I actually have a lot of time, and I get bored easily(^o^)
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Switched-Jeanmarco
FanfictionWhat would happen if Jean died instead of Marco? How would Marco cope with the death of his best friend, and the person he loves? This was going to be a short Jeanmarco fanfic, but it's going to be longer then I thought at first:)