Anton Zvezdochkin

Anton was brought home from hospital, after almost dying from his peanuts allergy. It was midnight, but he couldn't sleep, as usual. He was replaying his dialogue with Olezha in the afterlife. Even though he didn't know if it was real or not. "I'm going crazy, aren't I? He's.. he's not coming back." Anton's voice slightly shook, as he sat up in the bed, hands in his hair. The notebook, to which Olezha was attached, is laying on the bedside table.

But suddenly, Anton hears a voice. Olezha's voice. He looks around quickly, seeing that no one was there. He chuckled weakly, thinking he's definitely going insane. "Heh, just great. But.. I'm glad to hear his voice, even if it's in my head." Anton went silent, unease filling him. For some reasons, he felt that maybe.. maybe this voice wasn't just imagination? "...Oleg? Is that actually you?" He asked carefully, with slight hope in his words.