I called him in my grandfather's funeral. He comforted me.
I never questioned if he always knew what to say or if I would always find peace in every word that escaped his lips.
My darkest days passed by faster than expected because he was with me.
I'd call him when I was worried about any stupid reason; he would reassure me that everything was going to be ok.
I'd call him when I was happy; he would smile with me through the computer screen.
I'd always be the one to start the call. Except that day.
I was just about to press the call button when the notification appeared.
« Noah is calling you. »
I answered, he smiled. He learnt how to lie to me since then, but I was too innocent to notice.
We talked as always, but he didn't say goodbye as he used to.
