"just hold that happy thought, Peter..."

Said the concerned voice on the other line.

Peter's hands shook and tears fell down his cheeks. He didn't say anything, he couldn't, the words wouldn't come out, only sobs.

On the phone was his friend, who was trying to comfort him and tell him it'll be okay, but Peter didn't believe them.

All he wanted was to let go and disappear.

He did know exactly what they meant though, what happy thought they wanted him to hold on to. His friend knew it was the one thing Peter really cared about, the one thing that would always bring him back to reality and help him fight again.