I remember the first thing I asked when I woke up was if Trevor was okay and I remember the nurse asking if I wanted to see him. I said to her I wanted to and she fetched a wheelchair and wheeled me up to the I.C.U where he was. I remember her wheeling me into his room and I remember seeing his beautiful face for the first time and seeing past the horrible cuts and self-inflicted wounds that dotted around his body. It was at that moment I fell in love with a boy I had never met expect over letters and I knew that I never wanted to let him slip away. He was mine. I remember placing a kiss on the side of his cheek, my tears wetting his cold and lifeless body. I remember all of a sudden, the line going flat and him taking his last breath. He was dead and I had lost my love. He was gone.