Lucy turned around and saw Peter. She quickly took out her bottle but noticed it was empty.

"I-I've used it so much these past years . . ."

"No . . . " I whispered.

Peter groaned and then took a deep breath. His eyes weakly opened.

"Rachel . . . I love you . . . I always . . . will." He said weakly.

He smiled a bit and grabbed my hand. He squeezed it hard because of the pain.

"What . . . I did . . . was for you . . . to live . . ."

He slowly closed his eyes.

"Peter . . . no, no. . . Peter stay with me . . . oh no, no, no. Peter please!"

His grip on my hand loosened. He took a deep sigh, but didn't exhale.

"Peter . . . Peter?"

I lifted him up and got out from underneath him. Edmund and Meagan were just sadly watching me. I listened to his chest, waiting to hear a heartbeat . . . . . . . nothing.

"Peter!" I screamed.

I clenched my fists together in anger, forgetting that I had Peter's crown in my hand. I quickly stood up and began to walk away. I made an 'Ahh' sound in anger and walked back to his body. I kneeled beside him. I looked up at Edmund. His eyes filled up with tears. Lucy was already crying into Meagan's shoulders.

"Ed . . he's not—"

"Rachel . . . I-I think he is . . ." He said as tears came down his face.

I felt my eyes burn. I let a out a wail and began crying. All day I've been crying all day but I was crying harder than I ever cried before, if that's even possible.

"I came back for you! Why won't you come back for me!" I screamed.