A/N: I didn't expect people to actually like this. Thank you to who reviewed so far it means a lot. The first part of the chapter is in PewDiePie's POV

I tossed and turned in my sleep. A horrible nightmare took over my brain. That had been occurring since... That fucking day the police told me about cry...

It was what? Four months ago in a few days when I heard a loud knock on the door. Thinking it was cry I scurried over and opened the wooden contraption, with a big smile and arms spread to the sides.

"Hey Cr- uhm hello officer...," My face dropped at the sight of a male in a police's attire.

"Felix Arvid Ulf Kjellberg,"

"That's me... What is it?" A visit from a police officer is not a good thing right? I didn't remember anything illegal or wrong I did so what could be the case? Fuck... It could be a video I posted recently... But I felt that that wasn't it. The look in the officers eyes was sympathetic.

"You're connected to cry?" I nodded slowly. "I'm sorry but this is not good news for you,"

"W-What happened?"

"We have found the body of a male. He looks to be in his twenties. His drivers license says his name is cry. (A/N: I promised I wouldn't put his name. This will have to do) He seems to have been murdered in the past few hours," I felt my heart stop. My eyes began to water but I let no tears fall. Cry... Murdered... It can't fucking be! What son of a bitch would even lay a hand on cry!? He's never done anything to deserve it. God dammit

"W-Where is h-he now?"

"His body still lays at the crime scene for further investigation. We have not yet found any evidence as to who committed the crime other then a knife is the victims gut," my knees began to grow weak...

"C-Can I see h-him...,"

"I'm sorry sir but you may not," I clenched my jaw as my eyes went cold. This was the first time I've ever been so stern, so mad and hateful.

"I'm going to see him,"

"Sir-!"

"BRING ME TO MY FUCKING BOYFRIEND! I don't care wether or not I can! Shouldn't I be allowed?! I don't see why I can't so take me now," The officer gave myself another sympathetic look. He was one of the nicer police men...

"I suppose you can see him. But you cannot touch the victim,"

"I wont...," The man started walking away and I quickly followed behind, almost forgetting to lock the door. It wasn't a long walk until I saw him. There cry was, sprawled on the floor, dry and wet blood covering his stomach and shoulder areas. His one leg was bent at a strange angle, his mask tossed beside him.

"C-Cry," That's were I lost it. I fell to my knees in agony. My hands covered my face as I began to sob. The sight was horrid; cry dead on the ground just a few meters away. It was awful. There was a pain in my heart and it fucking killed. It felt like It was being torn apart and thrown into a fierce flame.

I'm not sure how long I was there... I cried until no more tears were able to be shed. I was practically kicked out of the crime scene and escorted home.

Several months pasted by and I locked myself in my room. I stopped making youtube videos. Everyone was wondering what happened to myself and cry... If only they knew. The only connection to the outside world in those months was when I called Scott and Russ, cry's friends, and sobbed at them while explained what happened to cry. The two of them at first got mad at me for not protecting cry. I didn't blame them; I actually agreed to their accusation.

If I was a better boyfriend I could have protected cry and the whole incident could be avoided. But I was a fucking genius and in no way was by his side...

The phone calls ended all the same; they both saying that they would be here in time for cry's funeral in which I arranged to be... On our anniversary. When I noticed my horrible mistake of dates I chocked out and for the millionth time in a short period of time, broke down into tears. Whoever did this to cry... Was going to pay. I'd do anything to avenge cry...

I wasn't my normal self. Could you tell? I would usually always smile, make jokes, and be a complete idiot... But then cry... And I was just a plain grey blob.

Somehow I ended up in front of my computer screen looking at pictures of cry and myself together... Then just one of cry.

Suddenly I felt as if someone was watching me. That I wasn't the only one in the room. I didn't bother looking behind me though. Obviously no one was there... But the feeling of being alone made me sob.

Cry POV

"Cry... Fuck why cry," Felix tried wiping away his tears only to have more replace the ones wiped away.

"P-Pewds I'm right here," My voice cracked. I tried hugging him but to no avail. I just went through him like I was nothing; which I was.

Pewdie got up from his seat and trudged over to the bed we used to share, laying down on his side. I watched him for a few minutes until he seemed to be sleeping. Then I walked to the bed and laid beside him, not physically able to sleep.

Wait...

I could lay on the bed without going through it. My eyes widened and I sat up. I reached over to the night stand and picked up a picture frame. How was that possible?

"I can touch everything... Except for Felix...?" I came to that conclusion. It was strange. I thought about it for a moment, tapping my chin. I was on earth still. I was able to see everything. Was I stuck between lives? Indeed I was.

"If I can touch things then...," I walked to where the pens were kept and I grabbed one along with a sheet of paper. Maybe I could contact Felix this way. Tell him that I'm fine. I brought the tip of the pen to the paper and began writing

Dear Felix,

Hello Friend. It's been several months. I've missed you. So very much. You don't even know. I love you Felix. More than anything. I hope you still now that.

Even though you cannot see me, I can see you. I don't know how but I think I'm stuck between lives. I can touch everything but you. That's the reason why I can write this to you. I'm hoping this could be a way we can communicate? I understand if you don't want to.

I just need to say that I'm so sorry that I left you. I.. I can't even explain how sorry I am. I didn't fight that man back. I let him murder me. I'm an idiot. I was too terrified for myself that I never thought of you and how much it would effect you.

I'll still be with you. No matter what. When you wake up and read this I'll be beside you.

Please talk to me. I'm so lonely without you. You talk and I write. We'll communicate until I figure out how to move on.

-cry

I placed the paper in the side table beside pewds and sat back on the bed, awaiting the morning.

The sun rose and Felix did with it. When he noticed the note I bit back my tongue.

PewDiePie's POV:

I woke up in a very tired state the next morning. I had another horrible dream about the murder of cry.

Looking over to my left I noticed a piece of paper on my side table. It wasn't there before. I reached over and picked up the paper in my shaky hands and started to read it.

My eyes widened wider and wider as I read on. I finished reading and set the paper back down on the stand. Cry.. Was there. In the room with me? No.. Somebody was messing with me. I had to figure out wether or not it was true.

"Cry... You're here..? Please tell me if you are..," There was nothing. With a sigh I thought that the letter was nothing until I saw a new sentence written on it.

"Yes, Felix. I'm beside you my friend,"

"H-How?" I continued to look at the paper as more and more sentences appeared.

"I told you; I don't know,"

"I miss you so fucking much,"

"Me too...,"

"I want to see you again,"

"That's not possible,"

"It is...,"

"No! You're not doing that pewdie,"

"I want to see you!"

"But we're never sure that you will if you kill yourself.. You know what happens when people commit suicide... They go to hell,"

"A life without you is no life worth living,"

"I wont let you do it,"

"You can't stop me,"

"Pewds... Please...,"

"Fine... Just for now,"

"Thank you,"

I sighed. At least I know he's okay and with me. So I'm not alone... Sort of. I thought about what it would be like in cry's shoes. What would I do if I was stuck between lives? I saw a new sentence.

"Pewdie... You know I'm gone for good now. I cannot come back to you no matter how much I want to... You should find someone else who can make you happy. Just know that I approve on whoever it is,"

"No fucking way cry! Do you seriously think I would just so easily move on like that!? No!"

"Be happy,"

"I can't. I wish you had extra lives like characters do in video games... Or.. Or a reset button that makes the past four months reset and never happen,"

"Well... Maybe there's a way...,"

"If there is... I would love to find it,"

A/N: second day second chapter. I'm on a roll. Cinnamon roll. Review to tell me what I need to work on! I know there's a lot to fix and get better at.