It had been a month since Peter found Felix dead. Peter has been in therapy since then.

"Peter..." The therapist said trying to get the young boy's attention. "Why do you care about my problems. Are you going to go laugh at them with you're friends or something?" Peter asked facing the window.

"Peter all of this stays private" She said "I'm not telling you my problems so you can gloat about how you're better" Peter said.

"I would never Peter" She replied. "Lies" Peter muttered. "What?" She asked softly "lies, you don't care about my problems" Peter said hurt.

"Peter, I know you don't want to discuss the subject of Felix's death but-"

"Please just stop talking about that" Peter asked his voice cracking. The therapist nodded before writing a few things down.

"Things will and can get better Peter" She replied softly. "It won't bring Felix back though" Peter replied.

"Peter... He's gone" The therapist tried reasoning. "Not in my heart or mind" Peter replied sadly.