"Help you?! What makes you think I wanna help you?" I yell.
"You have to! It's your fault I'm dead! So you have to help me do what I need to do so I can go to heaven." He says, calmly but angrily.
"What? Did I murder you or something?"
"No. But you pissed me off to the point of committing suicide. Which I tried four times! And the last time, I was gonna jump off the roof but chickened out. But I ended up falling and I died later in the hospital. And you all had all memories of me erased!!" I don't remember any of this!
"Are you messing with me? This isn't real! None of that ever happened!!" He takes my hands in his.
"Cry, please try to remember!" I close my eyes. I strain my brain. Then, I begin to remember something. I remember crying, crying hard. So hard that my sobs shook my entire body. Why? Because Stephano was dead. And it was my fault! I should've told him I loved him! I should've! But I didn't! I just pissed him off! He wouldn't love me back anyway. I begin to cry again. I turn to leave but he grabs my hand.
"Stay here with me! Please!" I look back at him, wiping my tears away.
"Alright." I say. I run into his arms.
"I've missed you, Cry." He says, crying into my hair.
"I've missed you too, Stephano." I respond, crying into his chest.
"I love you, Cry." He says. I don't say it back. I only lean up and peck him on the lips. He pulls me into a passionate kiss.
"I don't want to lose you again." I whisper. He smiles through his tears and pulls me onto the bed with him. He lays down and pulls me against him. I fall asleep with my head on his chest and his arms around me.
