I'm seventeen. And I won’t live very long. I used to think death was easy. But when you come face to face with it, there is no one left next to you. We are all in our own worlds, located very close to each other. Isolated in this forced proximity. Among all these faces I see only one. It would probably have been better if I had never known Oscar. This makes it easier to get used to the idea that there will be no “we.” Maybe we will meet again in heaven. Maybe we will have more time. After all, true love sometimes lasts forever. And it can replace a whole life.