Putting down the bundle of white stargazes glazed with tears on his rose filled casket was supposed to be goodbye. Me crying, listening to his mother not being able to finish her speak due to her crying, was supposed to be goodbye. But standing in my room, holding a picture of him and me tightly in my sweaty hands with tears in the process of drying on my cheeks, I'm sure he's with me. Looking into the mirror, I should only see me. But behind me, he's standing in all his glory. "Help me."