“BUT YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD!!!” 

The tune stopped.  

“I saw the news. I couldn’t even come to the funeral… I’ve mourned for you!” I could feel it. There were tears flowing on my cheeks. It was so cold. Too cold.  

“Pete, I miss you so much. Why did you have to go?” I can’t hold it in. The tune played again as if trying to comfort me.  

“It’s alright. I’m here now! I mean... if I was able to hug you, I would! Hahaha!!” The voice from my TV was distorted but now I know. That laugh, it belonged to Peter. I want to open my mouth again and speak but I feel like if I did I won’t be able to control myself. The tears are enough.  

“I came here for you. I don’t want you to suffer anymore. Please come with me, I’m begging.”