I am dead.

I was killed on my 17th birthday.

By my own boyfriend...

But I still love him.

And I forgive him.

 

Today, it would be my 19th birthday if I was still living.

But I'm not.

I'm still gonna get a birthday present though.

From my killer.

From my boyfriend...

 

I'm going to visit him.

And tell him that I've long forgiven him.

That I still love him...