It happened on Friday. Your best friend, with whom you have been friends for a very long time, went missing. They searched for him for half a year, then a year, and the case was closed. They said that the guy was missing. But you didn’t believe it. You tried to find him yourself, looked for clues. But all to no avail. After half a year of his disappearance, you started having dreams with him. He kept whispering - don’t blame yourself... - and you woke up in a sweat.

Then his silhouettes appeared, the silhouettes of your friend Mark. They flashed in the corners of the rooms, in the doorway, in the shower room. You tried to catch him, but all to no avail.

Then his clear silhouettes appeared, he appeared only at night. In the corner of the room. Behind his back were the snow-white wings of an angel, his eyes seemed to have dimmed. A halo on his head. He kept whispering something, but you still couldn’t understand what exactly.

Unable to bear it, you realized that this could not go on any longer. When your parents went on vacation leaving you home alone, you didn't hesitate. You put on the best clothes you had, tidied yourself up, and sat in front of the mirror.

There was a plate of pills on the table, and an interesting thing next to it. You looked in the mirror, tears streaming down your cheeks. Your shaking hands reached for the objects on the table, when you heard his voice

• What are you doing, honey? -

Turning around, you saw him, your friend Mark.