*_Responsibility for a fault or wrong._*
Blame was a dangerous Game for Simon, blame tangled his ever waking move, it buried him, every moment of the day it suffocated him.
It could have been him, it should have been him, he should have been the one- Johnny should have survived.. not him.
John had so much more- he was the sunshine that surrounded the earth and now.. now he was gone, completely gone, left between the scars of darkness and only shadows roaming the earth.
He couldn't take the idea of it all..
Every moment of laughter- every moment of kindness in John's voice, his giggles, his jokes.. his stupid FUCKING BANTER.
Was gone.
Completely gone.
It was his fault.. his fault entirely-
He should have been gone.
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The aircraft was still moving, it all felt so slow though.. it all felt so wrong. Gaz and Price still gently sat in the same silence as Simon did and Simon took a note in his mind of that, it was very clearly confusing to them all and half of it was them being in shock.
Simon knew that..
But he didn't want to, he just wanted to forget as harsh as it sounded, he wanted to forget Johnn- Soap...
He wanted to forget Soap was even apart of his life.
Ghost was trained for this, get hurt and keep going. No time to grieve, not in action, not in the field. So why did he stop when he saw Soa- ..
Simon let out a verbal sigh trying to stop his thoughts as he stared at his combat boots slightly shifting in his seat with a let out of a breath.
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+,,Greif Deals with denial,,+
FanfictionMy take on the mw3 ending. It'll be a story full of sorrow and grief mostly based on Simon's perspective and take on accepting everything that happened. It will get better as it continues even in a joyful experience for the most part somewhere in th...
