I've had a crush on this guy for a really long time. Now I have a chance with him except all I can think of is that I helped him commit suicide. And he died while I was left with a gunshot wound in my thigh and a psyche that was shattered like a rock got thrown through it. So now I'm here. With him here and alive. And he noticed my boobs. Finally. But he was dead and I helped with that so now I'm all screwed up. Again.