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Moving Forward □ Random oneshot

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    " . . . Ugh. I can't even get away from you on my break can I? It doesn't matter. You're not getting a statement. Not yet at least."

                               *long blow*

" Go away. What do you even want to hear about? How I'm going mad and seeing my dead frie- . . . my dead colleagues?"

                                   "  . . . "

   " Jon? What are you doing out- . . . Have you started smoking again?"

   " Yes, Sasha, I have. And if you don't mind, I'd like to get back to it. Alone."

  

" How many have you had in the last 15 minutes??"

  
" . . . Including this one? Six."

   " Jon, you are going to kill yourself!! You need to take better care of your body!"

   " Oh because cancer is going to kill me SO much quicker than everything else that happens to me."

  " . . . Does Martin know?"

   " He doesn't need to. I don't have to explain myself to him. Or you for that matter. You're not even real. You're just-. . Just the grief getting to me."

   " Jon, if I'm not real, the how come I don't look like the other me? Hmm?"

   " I- . . . I don't know.  . . .I haven't tried to figure it out yet."

                             " Why not?"
            
                                    " . . ."

   " I think I know."

   " Wha- I-  Tim???"

   " Hey, what's wrong boss? You don't look very happy to see me. Worried you're going twice as crazy?"

   " Tim, stop it! Stop messing with him! You're making him feel like he should be in the loony bin!"

   " Oh come on, it's funny! Besides, I'm dead! What's the worst that could happen?"

   " . . . Great. Now I'm seeing 2 ghosts."

   " I prefer the term spectre, actually. Ghost isn't really the right word. Plus spectre sounds waaaaay cooler."

   " Does it really matter what I call you? You're Gone. I- . . . I just wish that I- . . ."

   " Jon, this isn't your fault. There was nothing you could have done. Neither of us blame you for what happened to us."

   " You're just saying that to make me feel better. We all know it's not true."

   " Okay, well maybe it is, maybe it's not. It doesn't matter. It already happened. There's nothing you can do about it now. And coming from someone who literally only has the past to hang on to, you should really listen when I tell you that you need to let go. Besides, dying isn't that bad. I mean, don't come rushing over to the other side or anything, but it's not too terrible."

    " Tim is right! You need to stop feeling bad about things you can't change. You're still alive! You can do things! You can help people! You can-"

     "You can punch Elias in the face!"
                                      . . .

                               " What?"

      " . . .The point is, you need to move on and keep going. You have to."

                                     " . . . "

  " . . . Well, thanks for that 'helpful insight'. Now if you have nothing else to say, I have another cigarette to ligh-"

      " Jon, are you . .okay?"

      " Oh, Martin, er, yeah I'm fine. What is it?"

      " Oh,um, nothing. I just came check on you. You've been out here for a while, who were you talking to?"

      "Uh, No one. Just- uh. Listening to old tapes."

      "Oh. Okay.   . . . You sure you're okay?"

                             "Yeah. Fine."

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A/N super short, but it's late and I wanted to write something quick to start this off. Hope you liked it!:)