Not Anymore

by Azorawing

They have had enough. Enough with lying, avoiding, ghosts. They have had enough of it all, most of all they have had enough with him, and he has had enough of them because it didn't matter, not anymore.

4. Chapter 4

Jack

He didn't like them, he never did. Ghosts, they were trouble, they were a nuisance, they were his son. He wasn't his son, was he… not anymore at least. His son was dead. That was not his son. Not his son…. his son was dead.

He loved his son, he really did. That wasn't his son. His son… his son. He missed his son. Before the portal they would talk, his son had a look of curiosity in his eyes whenever he talked about ghosts. His son would listen to him as he talked for hours. His son, though he tried to hide it, loved his inventions.

He hated ghosts. This ghost avoided talking about others of its kind. This ghost would leave the moment when he thought that he was too busy 'blathering about ghosts'. This ghost, though he tried to hide it, feared his inventions. It wasn't his son… it, was NOT his son.

His son was dead.