Disclaimer: I do not own DPS.

Summary: ‘They’ say time heals all wounds. What the hell do ‘they’ know? Drabble. 100 words.

Moving On

‘They’ say time heals all wounds. ‘They’ have never had a friend shoot himself in the temple. ‘They’ say I should move on. ‘They’ are full of shit.

Everyone is getting on with their lives. Knox, and even Charlie… they’re all dealing with it. Going back to normalcy. I look in their eyes, and I know that they’re going to be okay.

But I can’t get over it, Neil. I can’t get over you. Maybe I’m not strong enough.

It’s less overtly painful, I suppose. I cry less now. But it still hurts. I don’t expect to ever really recover.