Chace. My best friend. My love. The one man who was going to change my last name.
Now he's dead. We'll never be married like we'd talked about. I'll never be held in the warm shelter of his arms again. I'll never kiss his sweet lips again.
He was so close to graduating, to getting out of this hell-hole called high school. He was going to go to college. Make something of himself. Make a future for us.
We were young, they said, too young to know. But we knew. Oh, we knew what love was. But now we'll never share that love. We'll never have a family.
I'll never see him again, so energized as he was, so on top of the world in his youth.
And I think that it's going to kill me.