I open my eyes and light fills them. I blink a couple times to get somewhat awake. I sigh and I sit up. Nobody is in my room. Everything is exactly like it was last night. Maybe it was my imagination. Maybe I was doing it all. That's silly.

The door to my room creaks and slowly opens. I see the same guy from yesterday with a glass of water in his hand. I put my hands over my face and I rub my face. "Hey" he says, getting closer to me. "Hi" I respond.

I think of everything that happened yesterday. I am so dumb. He was just trying to help and I put up a fight. I now feel really bad.

He comes over to my side of the bed and sits down at my feet. "I have a pill for you to take," he says as he hands me a pill, "and I also have some water." He then proceeds to give me the water. I place the pill in my mouth and swallow it down with the water. I place the glass down on my side table and I close my eyes.

"How long was I out?" I asked. I honestly didn't know. I can't check the time and you don't really have memory of when you sleep. "You slept for an entire day; it's Tuesday ." He answered. I can't believe I slept that long. That really woke me up. If it is Tuesday, then I have until tomorrow to see Elizabeth.

I groan and my body crashes into the bed again. I turn my head to the side of me, toward my bed-side table. There I see a letter. "Oh, you also got a letter. I don't know who it is from but it came." The man said. I pick the letter up and I rip the top open with a slide of a finger. I take out the letter, which was small. I expected it to be from Elizabeth but it wasn't.

Dear Lyra Turmka,

I am sorry to inform you that a friend of yours named Elizabeth, has recently passed. Elizabeth had died on March 23 at 0206. She was caught in a massive train accident. The train conductor has been theorized to have had a heart attack and had died, making the train unattended. Our apologies Ms. Turmka. We send our condolences. Take care.

Sincerely,
The Stone family

I sit there, frozen. I am letting the thought of my only friend being dead, sink in. Beyond my faze, I hear the man say, "What did it say?" My breath starts to hitch and my throat jumps up and down, trying to keep in my cries. My eyes start watering and start to fill up my vision until they start pouring out.

I start to wimped as I breath out the words: "She's dead." My hands are shaky and I am trembling. I close my eyes and my hands slowly crush the small letter.

The one person who I ever knew, is now dead. I knew something was going to happen. "What do you mean 'she' is dead. Who is 'she'?" The man, who has been here since her letter arrived, asked. I want to respond my my mouth can't formulate words.

I start to break down and my silent tears turn into loud sobbing. I feel a hand on my shoulder and I don't flinch. I honestly need a bit of comfort right now.

He moves closer to me and pulls me into a hug. I move to suit my comfort. I cry and cry. I can hear him talk. "I am sorry. I'm sorry for the girl and for my actions on Monday. I stepped over your line. But I also want you to know something: this girl, I know is in a good place; somewhere beautiful and amazing. I bet she is happy, and I bet she doesn't want you to cry over her. Nobody want someone to cry and depress yourself over them because then they feel that they are obstructing you from your life. This girl, I can tell, meant something to you, and I bet she loves you. You should know she is still there; she is watching over you. I am really sorry." He said.

My crying softens. It's still strong, but it softened. I barely manage to get out a "Thank you" to him. I lay my head in his lap and cry more. I cry for hours as, over time, he relaxes and he comforts me.

I cry until I don't. My voice weakens and my eyes are glazed over. My eyelids are weights on my face and easily close as my mind drifts off.

Thank you unnamed man. I'll learn your name soon, and maybe I'll go through a day without going back to sleep. Goodnight Elizabeth, sweet dreams.