I can hear the screams now about this story...I know I know. I'm mean. Couldn't help myself. With that said let me give you an explanation.

The following are one shots drabbles on each character.

Can they move on? Do they become ghosts of their former selves?

Do they loose themselves in sex, drugs, maybe alcohol.

Please note: Death implied.

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It took just one bullet to take him from them.

All it took was one to change everything that he ever was.

His world was no longer filled with adrenaline rushes but with pain and regret.

It only took one bullet to end a promising career.

He now spends his days sitting on the porch lost in his own mind.

Today he spies a black sedan arrive. A handsome well dressed man steps out and walks towards the porch.

He calls out, "Why are you here? I don't want or need your pity?"

The man pauses at the bottom step and looks solemnly at him, "Well then stop pitying yourself and move on."

"I can't. I am nothing now."

"No Colby that ain't true. She may be gone but you know as well as I she would not want you to be like this. She'd want you to continue to fight the good fight. You belittle her memory sitting here wallowing in your guilt. When are you gonna get it through your thick head that her death was not your fault?"

Colby turns his head away tears streaming down his face; "I can't"

Shaking his head the man gets back into the sedan. Taking out his cell phone he calls in.

"Don its David. He still blames himself. The only one who could get through him was her." He listens to his response "Yeah I know. Okay well I am heading back to LA see ya in the morning." He clicks off the phone and focuses on the road ahead. His mind recalling times of the past filled with camaraderie and friendship before her death."