You lays in that engulfing bed, swallowing the grief of losing your close friend, Cesar Torres. You wish you two could have hung out more, called each other more! You can't distinguish fantasy into your reality, thinking of what could of been. The lack of power you feel, as if this situation was more then it already was.

It's like he still was here.

Which, he was. Standing in the corner of your bedroom. A brooding shadowed look in his customary attire; the prom suit you last remembered.