Veronica didn’t know where to start when most of the things she knew and built herself on were either metaphorical or PHYSICAL rubble. A month had passed and the girl tried her DAMNDEST to move on, to burn the pages of her diary as well as her bridges. But it was ROUGH -- when you love someone and hold on to them as tightly as she did... When you give all that you are to someone who is gone within the flash of light, it stays. There’s a part of someone who is missing, it lingers. Much like the ghosts that she knew -- Heather, Kurt, Ram. They would only show up periodically now that JD was dead, whereas before they were constant. Half of why they were even around her was gone. Just as they began to get over what had happened in the small span of time, Veronica had TRIED to. It was getting better, SHE was getting better. She would wake up and it would only take a while for her to remember, to practice what she taught herself, breathing, writing --- moving on.
It was DIFFICULT to start when there was the constant threat of someone she STILL believed to have killed would remind her and confirm her suspicions. It’s worse than a voice in one’s head, it’s a form of some of the BIGGEST MISTAKES she’s made. She was aware, and JD had TOLD her that she wasn’t the one who killed them, but it was hard to believe when the very people -- ghosts, as it were -- would tell her differently.
She was getting better, all in all. She truly was. Learning, trying, moving, growing to become a better person than she was before. Veronica was STARTING to believe that the ghosts were over, with only Heather coming around once in a while to spew a snide comment. One worry she had was JD -- how would she respond if she found out that he was one of the ghosts she would have to deal with? What would she SAY? She thought she had seen him several times in the past month, a silhouette of a man in a trenchcoat in the 7-11 ends up to be a clothes rack full of Ohio-related traveling merchandise. Someone with their back turned in the gym with his hair, something close to his smile... But they never WERE him. She truly did believe him to have moved on, to do what he sought out to do. No real reason for being a ghost if your objective on earth is DONE, right? Veronica couldn’t complain, she truly couldn’t. Even as she sat outside of a 7-11 she dare not go in, diary in lap... She couldn’t complain. Something had passed her eye again, some sort of shadow of someone that COULD HAVE been JD. She had gotten so used to seeing things at this point that she simply IGNORED it.
@closevein plotted, i’m ready to die (much like JD)
