I pressed my hands and face to the glass as tears came gushing from my eyes. He was my everything. I watched him lie there in the hospital bed, tubes and various things flowing in and out of his body. I could never forgive the person that did this to him. I brought my hands away from the glass as the sobs came on quicker shaking my whole body. “Hannah,” I heard a soft voice behind me and turned around to see Taylor, who had just returned from taking a quick break. The two of us spent the whole night pacing the hospital waiting room for news. The Doctor said it wouldn’t be long now. I saw him fighting back the tears that slowly fell from the creases of his eyes and I let myself fall into his arms as we both let all the pain out. I cried on his shoulder until a small woman in ER scrubs taped me on the shoulder. “You can go in now,” she told us. “Thanks,” I mumbled wiping the tears off my face. I opened the door. I remembered the accident vividly. He was on the dirt bike yesterday showing off for me cause he was so proud. I remembered clapping my hands and yelling, “Go Zac.” Then, I hit a bump or stick someone had placed on the trail and I saw his body fly over the handlebars and into the dirt with the bike following close behind. I had put my hands over my mouth in shock and ran to him. I remembered the sounds of sirens that night and Taylor calling his family with the bad news while we waited for news of improvement all in vain. As I passed the oxygen machine I nearly collapsed but found the strength to pull myself up and walk to his bedside. “Zac,” I whispered reaching a hand up to stroke his soft hair. He slowly fought to open his pain filled eyes. I fought the tears and forced a small grin as the tears continued. He slowly reached for my hand to kiss it. He saw me hide tears as I looked to the ground. “Shush, Hannah, don’t cry. Its gonna be ok.” “The doctor says you’re no gonna make it,” I started crying heavier at the thought of life without him. “Its ok,” he whispered, “I’ll still be with you. I’ll always be with you. I’m not afraid of what’s to come. Don’t worry, I won’t let anything happen to you.” “I love you, Zac. Please don’t leave me. You’re everything to me, I love you,” I cried uncontrollably. He reached up his hand to stroke my face. “You’re so beautiful and pure, Hannah. I love you more than life itself. Please don’t forget that.” “I won’t.” “I love you, Hannah,” he whispered and his eyes began to close. I could feel him slipping away. “Zac? Don’t leave me. Please, I can’t live without you,” my sobs became greater and I lost control. I felt his hand lay limp in mine and I saw him take his last breath as the heart monitor beeped & a straight life came across the screen. Taylor the entered the room and took me in his arms as I cried with pain sweeping over me. The funeral was a few days later and I still had trouble concealing the tears. He looked so peaceful with that loving smile stretched upon his face. As I looked at him I half expected him to wake up for his deep slumber and return to me with all the vivacity he was known for. I leaned over and kissed his soft cold lips for the last time, then placed the letter in his hands. I held onto the hands Taylor and Isaac as I cried felling as if life itself was over. When the service was over we all got into Taylor’s car and drove down the street to the cemetery. I watched with sadness and pain as his brothers and friends lifted his body out of the car and towards his final resting place. We stood around as the reverend said a few more words about him then the gravesite clear and the three of us were left staring at the casket hanging over the hole. I took a deep breath and placed a single rose on top of it then kissed it before I watched with grief as they lowered his body into the ground. I looked to the sky and knew he was there with me watching me from heaven.