I could feel myself disappearing with each tear I shed.

It was all my fault. All my fault. It was my fault he was gone, it was my fault he's dead.

Our love was forbidden is this world.

I remember that we once had a plan. That if anyone found out we would run away to a place where everyone had happy endings and weren't judged by who they were or who they loved.

It was a good plan when said but wherever we went, there would always be that one homophobic person who looked down on us.

Now I sit by your grave. No one came to your funeral, not even your own mother. My father wouldn't let me go. I had to wait until after dark. I wish I could have just died with you.

I remember how my father found out. I was talking to you on the phone. Father just thought we were friends. Oh how wrong he was.

I didn't think he was home that night. I thought he was at work. Stupid, stupid me!

I shouldn't have even talked about it. Should have saved it for later. But I was stupid, really stupid.

My father was in fact home and wasn't just home but right behind me. The rest was kind of just a blur.

Father took the phone out of my hand and hung it up on the stand. He then started calling people, lots of people.

I started to scream at him to stop but he didn't. I tried to take the phone away from him but I wasn't strong enough and he hit me.

Tears fall out of my eyes, not because of the pain but because of what I heard him saying.

He was going to get the whole town to gang up on him and beat him up. No, not beat him up, but kill him.

By the time I got to where he was, the town had already beaten him up and he was dieing.

I couldn't do anything to save him.

So all I did was hold him in my arms and cry.

I was foolish and this was my punishment.