Pete's POV

I'm just bored now. Bored of seeing the same people. Bored of hearing the same echo. Bored of something battering the outside of this room. "Are you ever gonna figure this out?" What? The whispering is replaced with a new voice. "Are you ever gonna figure this out? Are you gonna realise where you are? It's very easy."

"How?"

"It just is. Think about it, when has this happened before? What keeps being repeated? What do you keep seeing?"

No. "You're wrong!" I shout. This can't happen again! "I'm not. Trust me I'm wrong about a lot but not this."

"Who are you?"

"Who do you think? Turn around." 

I spin on my heel and find myself face to face with two very familiar eyes. "Are you going to leave again?"

"No."

"I love you."

"I know you do."

"Do you love me back?"

"If you want me to."

"I do."

"Then I do."

"I wish you were real."

"I can be if you wish."

"Will you leave me?"

"No."

Mikey's POV

Pete's been in a coma for eleven months now. "Are you sure you want to do this?" Looking down at our linked hands I see the diamond engagement ring sparkling in the light and nod. Alicia kisses me quickly and pushes open the door. I follow, a little hesitant, but stop halfway. I can't do this. He's not smiling. He's not happy. He's not awake. He's barely alive!

"Can you give us a few minutes babe?" I ask. Alicia nods and leaves. Noticing a vacant chair, I sit in it and sigh. For some reason I take Pete's left hand as I talk. "I'm sorry. I know you can't hear this but it's true. I am." I sigh and look out the window. "But I moved on. I'm getting married next month!"

A squirrel runs past the window and up a tree. I lower my voice in case Alicia can hear me outside. "I miss how it used to be Pete. Do you remember our walks? It was always like insanely early but you would climb through my window only to drag me out it again! Then we'd just walk. Wouldn't really go anywhere, just walk. Walk and talk. Then eventually we would end up back at your house 'cause your mom was chill so we'd be on the sofa, eating whatever the fuck we could find and we'd have mini dance parties! We'd play just random bands and we could dance however we wanted because we wouldn't judge each other 'cause we were both equally as weird."

I lift up my spare hand to wipe away a stray tear whilst tightly gripping Petes hand with my other. "Remember the pillow forts?" I laugh. "They were the best. They'd always fall on us but you know, it was fine 'cause it meant no one could see us when it lead to sex." For the first time in eleven months I smile. Properly smile. Smile because even though it hurts and we lost each other a long time ago, we still have the memories and now, the memories are all we have left.

Pete's POV

Me and Mykey (my and Mikey) just sit. I sit in my chair and he sits on the floor beside me. Sometimes we'll talk, sometime's we'll watch and sometimes we'll sleep. Now is one of the times we're just watching. Watching the screen and the people on it. This time it's different. "Mikey." I breathe. Alicia enters first but Mikey stops, hesitates.

"Can you give us a few minutes babe?" He asks. She nods and leaves. Mikey sits in the chair beside me and as he sits, Mykey dissapears. My left hand tingles and glows as Mikey takes my unconscious hand. "I'm sorry. I know you can't hear this but it's true. I am." He sighs and looks out the window.

"I miss how it used to be Pete. Do you remember our walks? It was always like insanely early but you would climb through my window only to drag me out it again! Then we'd just walk. Wouldn't really go anywhere, just walk. Walk and talk. Then eventually we would end up back at your house 'cause your mom was chill so we'd be on the sofa, eating whatever the fuck we could find and we'd have mini dance parties! We'd play just random bands and we could dance however we wanted because we wouldn't judge each other 'cause we were both equally as weird."

I smile as the tears fall. "I miss it too Mikey." The chair that left before reappears. It becomes more solid with each word, each breath, each moment he's with me. Mikey wipes a tear away and all I want to do is wake up. Wake up and tell him the truth. That I miss him and that I love him. I need to know if he feels the same way.

"Do you remember the pillow forts?" I whisper even though he can't hear me.

"Remember the pillow forts?" He laughs and so do I. "They were the best. They'd always fall on us but you know, it was fine 'cause it meant no one could see us when it lead to sex." I giggle and smile. Smiling more at each memory and at Mikey's smile. Wait? Mikey's smile! He's smiling?

Who knew memories could do that? Mikey drops my hand and stands up. Instantly the tingling and glowing is gone but the warmth is still there. "We have nothing anymore Pete and we never will. I've accepted that, now you need to. I don't love you. I don't know if I ever did." With that he leaves. The screen goes blank. The warmth is gone and the chair goes with it. My heart, soul and any emotion or hope I had left goes along with it.

Even Mykey doesn't come back. I have no one. Just memories. Memories and time. But what use is time when you have nothing to do with it? Time isn't my friend but memories are. Now, memories are all we have left.