It's his fault, John knows it. Who else could he blame? Nobody, it's just his fault. It's his fault your death, everything is his fault.

You, his little son. He still hasn't gotten over you, no matter how many months have passed, he still loves you. Your wound hurts and burns in his heart and he deserves it, he knows it.

You died after having a small argument with him. You were yelling at him and complaining about his absence, his absence in your life, your father's absence. And after that, you just left home angry and the next morning you were found dead.

And since then, every day lost the color of him, until he found you again, a hallucination of his mind, stupid games of his mind, games to which he succumbed. What could he do? He misses you a lot.

"Please... I'm sorry," he says as loud as a whisper. He looks at you sadly, he wants you to talk to him. Since you showed up, you haven't spoken to him, you just show up and ignore him, you're still angry, angry at him. "I know I've been a shitty father...but please don't leave, not again," he desperately begs. You've done it before, ever since you started showing up again his mind went crazy.