The church bells chimed monotonously again as I stood outside the cathedral, waiting to see Andrew before he gets buried. I’d think that I would be one of the first people to see him, but apparently his parents are blaming me for his death, meaning I barely was given permission to see him. I looked into the sky again: still a dreary overcast. The line slowly edged further into the church, soon weaving around to the viewing room where Andrew laid.

I had finally gotten far enough in that I could see the casket. I held Melanie in my arms, who was thankfully silent as she slept. Everyone glared at me, knowing that I had sex at this age, which was against the church. Not like Andrew didn’t do it obviously. He was being treated as some saint now was he?

I reached his casket now. He laid in silence, green eyes never to open again. I recalled last seeing them, when he turned in surprise when I told him I loved him.

I bent down to kiss Andrew on the head lightly, saying few yet powerful words.

“I love you.