Harry: I'm still here, its been a week you haven't answered. You aren't dead. No. You aren't.
Harry: Come on, come back.
Harry: Why am I still trying you may ask, cause you seem like a great guy
Harry: Come back, I know you are okay. I just...you can't be dead.
Harry: come on, you aren't dead or else it would be on the news
Harry: I tried looking for you today in your high school, everyone said they didn't recognize someone with black hair styled up, and light brown eyes. Did you lie to me? You should be known there since people talk shit about you. There's a lot of people that might have similar features to you though.
Harry: Where are you? I feel lonely...