That weekend, at Christie's funeral Joe looks at Pete, and asks him
"hey...are you okay?"
Pete responds "It's all my fault. I didn't believe her, I got so mad. And I just left her there. It wasnt her, It was Angelina. And I was too quick to wrongly accuse her. She told me she loved me, but I didn't believe her."
Joe says to Pete "No..Pete..Don't blame yourself for any of this. It wasn't your fault. It wasn't anyones FAULT."
Pete says to Joe "But.. it WAS my fault." and then Pete walks away before Joe could say anything else.
Pete sits home alone in the dark, his thoughts becoming overwhealming. He's fading farther into the darkness, days & weeks pass and he becomes more and more depressed by the day, nothing changes fr the better. A doctor gives him a bottle of anti-depressants, But he refuses to take them. He feels he deserves to suffer for what he's done. So the bottle sits on his nightstand by his bed, not to be used, not to be touched. The days for him become darker, and the nights become longer. So there he sits on the couch, his dog laying at his feet, he thinks to himself "Life Isn't worth living without her here."
Joe knows Pete is depressed, and decides to call him to try and cheer him up, theres no answer, so he's worried and goes over to Pete's house anyway. He and Pete talk for a while, and Joe asks Pete yet again "are you okay?"
Pete responds "no I'm not, I still feel like it was all my fault Christie killed herself. I can't sleep and I can't help feeling like I have no pupose here, I want all to be over, I want to die."
Joe says to Pete "No Pete. Things will get better. I promise."
Pete responds "No..I don't think they will get any better."