I leaned over toward him. His pale hand reached up toward my face and brushed my cheek. He smiled, only just showing his teeth. His other hand grasped my hip. I laid my head on his chest, listening to his heart beat. He seemed calm, which was comforting at a time like this. “Always.” He whispered. I felt confused and gazed up at him. “You know I’ll always remember,” I was still confused and by now I had let go of him. “The real you.” He murmured under his breath. I couldn’t hold in my tears anymore and all of a sudden, they gushed out like a broken water main. I felt faint and unsteady. Tears rolled down my face. What had I done? "I'm only 15." I said quietly. His eyes gazed upon me. He pulled me close to him and hugged me and lovingly stroked my hair. He reassured me that everything would be fine, but he knew i would suffer.