I look over the edge of the coffin, my hands trembling violently at my side. He is in his best suit, his gorgeous brown eyes closed forever. Someone has slipped his senior ring onto his finger. Tears come to my eyes; I was supposed to be the one to do that. He promised. His corkscrew curls are falling into his face. I press a hand to my mouth, trying to contain my violent sobs. I trace my fingers along his jawline and run them through his hair for the last time. Then I whisper, "I will always love you. Goodbye."