He is dead, away from his world, his future, his life. Away from everyone he loved, his sister, his best friend.

But he can still see them. He can see all those people he left behind, all his beloved. Even if he can't communicate with them, he can see them, know what they are doing and feeling.

And he saw everything that happened when his body was found. He saw the scream that escaped from Layla's mouth, the tears that filled her eyes, her pain. He saw the way her mother froze when she saw her perfect son's body, the tears that started falling from her eyes. He understood why Layla prevented his mother from touching his body until his father appears and embrace his wife.

He saw his uncle, calm and cold as always arrive and take the control. He saw everything, suffering with them, knowing it is his fault, that they are suffering because of him.

And then he saw the way Layla looked up and saw Alyssa, staring at his body swinging back and forth. The way she forgot her own pain for some time because someone else needed her. He remembered why he loved, loves, her.

He followed her while she climbed up the stairs and entered in his room. He saw the way he controlled her tears just because she knew how Alyssa hated them. He blamed himself, knowing she was waiting for him and he couldn't go, not this time. He blamed himself, knowing he broke his promise.

He felt his heart shattering when he heard his sister saying she was waiting him to come back to her.

He felt proud of Layla when he saw how she could help Alyssa, convince her to trust her so easily. Proud of how Layla fought all the pain she was feeling just to help his sister.

He felt a mix of jealousy, happiness, sadness and angry when he understood that Layla wanted to take his position, keep his promise because he couldn't. Jealousy because the position was his and should be his forever. Happiness because his sister would have someone with her. Sadness because Layla doesn't deserve all the worry that take care of Alyssa brings and because he should be there to take care of her. Angry towards the people that took him away, angry towards himself because he couldn't keep his promise, angry towards his parents that refuse to see the problem.

He felt the tears in his eyes when Alyssa started to talk about the stars. He always loved to see the expression of pure joy in her face when she did so. And he understood that the expression also enchanted Layla, that she liked what she saw.

But knowing her as he does, he also recognized the emotion growing inside her. Knowing her as he does, he recognized that cold certain that was growing, that brightness in her black eyes that make them seem on fire. He recognized what her clenched jaw meant.

And he shivered. She wants justice, she knows he didn't kill himself. And if she couldn't have it, she will find a way of having it. Because she is stubborn and that's one of the things he likes on her.

And that scares him. Because he is dead. Justice will not bring him back. But searching for it may cause Layla to join him in the death. And even if he wanted her near him with all his heart, he doesn't want to see her dying, suffering like he did.

With all his heart he wished he had a way to tell her that who killed him is dangerous, to tell her to just live, to protect his sister, to grow up and be what she always wanted to be because nothing else would make him happier. But he can't. He is dead. He can watch and feel. But he can't communicate.

His sister wants the stars, the love of his life wants justice. He only wants their happiness, he only wants to return to life so he can tell his sister more about the stars, so he can stop Layla, make her see justice will not bring her what she desires. But he can't.

He is dead.