After the Devil

Tito's POV

The phone dropped from my hands, my hand was shaking, I couldn't control the vibration or the nervousness that mounted up inside me, I wanted to control myself and stop the involuntary quivering but I couldn't my lips quivered some more , I pressed my lips against each other to suppress the heavy breathes that was about to rupture out of my lungs to my mouth.

"This can't be happening," I finally spoke, my voice quivering at the end of my words, I tried wrapping my head around it, it seemed too impossible, the dead can't come back to life.

I gasped, deep breaths that I couldn't hold back escaped from my lips even though I just had a bath, beads of sweat instantly formed on my forehead and my temples, I palmed my face and shrieked.

"She is dead, Tito, she can't come back, this must be a prank, a terrible and tasteless joke!" I removed my palms from my face and I heard the voice again from my phone.

"I am not dead, you should be careful from now on, little Tito, see me in