The pros and cons of life and death (short story) (complete)

The story

It was announced by the teacher in the third period class that day.
Troye Westerfield had attempted to kill himself, was in a coma and was unlikely to make it. It was silent, most people had looks of shock on their faces others, like Tyler Lester and Dan Collins, were trying not to openly cry.

School was dismissed early that day. No one could focus or work. Troye was a genuinely amazing and eminent person. Always trying to make people feel they best they could no matter how down they were. But he was always oblivious to the affect he had on people. When he thought no one was looking he was completely different. He looked down, like the weight of the world was on his shoulders.

After they got off the bus, Dan and Tyler headed straight for Troye's house. His older Phil opened the door and collapsed sobbing onto them. They walked into the living room and talked about Troye.
"He was my first friend at school."
"He was always so kind and caring and full of life!"
"Why would he do this to us" the thing that was said that brought the blanket of dismal silence.
Phil whispered "The last thing I said to him last night was: 'get your stupid ass out of my room. I cut him off when he was just trying to say goodbye." tears dripped down faces as Phil's dad came down stairs and dropped into the couch opposite the three boys.
"What do we do now?" The silence like a cancer spread suffocating and crushing dragging the world around it down until only two figures were left standing in a park.

"Troye?" The hooded figure asked
"Not now" the boy replied the weight of what he had done threatened to batter him into nothingness.
"Do you see what this has done to your family. Your friends? This is what is happening in the world right now, you are only an observer unable to change anything.. yet. For this is only one timeline things can change." the boy looked pensive for a moment before his features hardened.
"They'll get over it they can live without me they did it with David, my Papa." there was a soft wind carrying the sent of eucalyptus and home baked cookies that ran through the space and seemed to stop in front of Troye before dissipating. He sighed and the figure guided him to another point in the room.
"What's your name? Troye asked. The figure sighed and moved it's hood slightly to reveal part of her face. "You can call me Nephie. Do you want to continue?" Troye paused before slightly nodding his head. "We are here going to follow the path of your friend Tyler Lester, let's see how he deals with the loss of you" around them the park melted out of sight replaced by the outside of Tyler's house. "After you" gestured Nephie.

Tyler was sprawled on his bed his laptop on his stomach scrolling through Tumblr, a social network he was addicted to. He seemed quite pensive, looking at him from the foot of the bed. Tyler breathed in deeply as he heard his mother calling up the stairs. He removed his glasses rubbing his eyes trying to remove any evidence of crying. Standing up he straightened his clothes replaced his glasses and went down the stairs.
"Ty honey" his mum said collecting him in her arms "oh I know it's been so hard for you these last few days" Tyler nodded his head down "Troye was a wonderful boy, but it just proves we don't all know what's going on behind a persons facade."
"That's the thing mama, I feel like I should have know something was up. Neither Dan or I had any clue! And it's killing me we couldn't help him." A tear escaped his eye and his knees buckled and he fell into his mum sobbing uncontrollably.
"Oh Ty, my poor baby" she walked him to the couch in the living room. "I wish there was something we could do."

Tyler headed to school the next day, Dan met him at the gate.
"Hi" Dan waved his face struggling to show happiness.
"Dan, we don't have to pretend to be happy with each other at this time" Tyler shrugged Dan smiled a little but his face showed gratitude. They hugged struggling not to cry they headed into the school. A somber attitude filled the school that day. Teachers taught with little enthusiasm students seemed almost dead. The bullies who had teased Troye for being so happy and enthusiastic were sitting in silence, the reality of how they had helped this beautiful soul end his life crushing any movement of malice, or any real movement at all."