.I read about the afterlife but i never really lived.

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11:30 pm

Patrick was sleeping when he suddenly heard a strange noise coming from outside of his room. He rubbed his eyes . Did someone just knock on his door?
He already thought he just imagined it when he heard it again. So he got out of bed and hesitantly walked over to the door.
He quickly opened the door and almost screamed when he faced the unexpected guest.
"Pete , oh my god!"
"Hey"
Patrick put one hand on the place where he expected his heart to be.
"Did you just break into my house??"
"No... Kinda... I mean we're friends right?"  Pete scratched the back of his head and looked down to his feet. Then he held out a crumpled piece of paper.

"I wrote a song."

Patrick looked at the piece of paper before looking back at his friend.

"Pete, it's almost midnight."

"I can't sleep."

"But i can. Good night."
Patrick was just about to close the door but Pete put his foot in the doorway.

"Patrick. Please. You're my friend and i want you to listen to me."
Patrick sighed and looked at the clock on the wall.

11:40pm

They both sat on Patricks balcony and watched the stars.
"Can i tell you a secret, Pat?"
"Don't call me Pat. But okay what is it?"
Pete picked up a small boulder from the floor and threw it over the fence. Moments later it landed on something metallic .
"Pete!" Patrick ran over to the fence and looked into his neighbour's garden.
"God damnit, you have to be careful! Our neighbours show no mercy when it's about their expensive car."

" I want to run away."

Patrick slowly turned his head and looked at his friend.
"What?"

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