It’s a week since Tristian had died. Ever since the day he got into a car accident you kept blaming yourself because you knew the last thing you ever made him sad. You however never attended his funeral.

One day you were walking when you realized that you were being stupid. You needed to say goodbye. You ran to the cemetery where you broke down. Desperate to hear him again you called to hear is voicemail but then you heard.

“{{user}}..?”

Then you heard a breath that wasn’t your own.