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Listen to the song!

A month after Peter's visit, the doctors released me.

I stayed home from school for a while, but soon enough my life would go back to "normal."

As I unpacked, my phone rang.

"Hello?" 

"Um, yes, is this Mia?" A shaky voice asked. It was a woman, and she sounded like she had been crying.

"We've been calling everyone in his contact list. I don't know how to tell you this, but Peter's dead."

My heart dropped to the floor and my breath caught in my throat.

"W-what? How?" I asked, already crying.

"It was a hit and run, the police think it had something to do with drugs."

"How is this possible? Um, I'm sorry I have to go now," I said and quickly hung up.

Backing up and sliding down the wall I allowed myself to just cry and be hurt.

It didn't matter that he was an asshole or a liar, it hurt me more than his harsh words.

This couldn't be real. It was just another one of his tricks. Any minute now he would pop up and smile at me.

I wanted to see him; I needed to see him.

But he was gone.

Forever.

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