Alexander

23

The funeral was held on a Thursday in November. It was a beautiful ceremony, though it was small. Alex only had a cousin who lived in Sacramento that we were able to contact, and he didn't even show to the funeral. I went, along with my parents and an older man who knew Alex.

I cried the entire time. It was terrifying to be at my boyfriend's funeral, especially since we were both only 16. He died at 16. He could've gone so far in life if this hadn't happened. If I could've helped or noticed sooner, this wouldn't have happened.

The doctors said he died from heart failure due to the drugs that had been in his system from his attempt.

I can't believe his last words were that he loved me. Hell, I can't believe he's dead.

He's gone.

but he isn't.