Not only did my skin shatter, but so did my glasses and clothes. I was now nothing but pieces of glass lying on the ground.

I had died. No. I had died to save the lives of the ones who had always tortured me. Why would I sacrifice my life so that those who hated me could continue to roam around the world? Easy. The Bible encourages us to lay down our lives for our friends.

I can hear you readers now. "But the parents were not even your friends, Caleb!" Who said that you are not allowed to sacrifice yourself for people who never were interested in being your friend?

I never told Cindy this, but I forgave both of our parents a long time ago. I forgave my mother when she abandoned me at the store. I forgave my father when he was ashamed of me. It took me a while to forgive them and was not the easiest thing to do. But the Lord wanted me to, and I felt much better when I did.

Unlike my parents, I had to forgive Cindy's parents plenty of times. I forgave them when they forced me to clean their house every single day. I forgave them when they locked me in their basement. And I forgave them over and over when they did everything that they could to break me and Cindy up. No, they had never apologized to me, and I did not feel that I was owed an apology. I forgave them with no hesitation and prayed to God to forgive them too.

Some of you readers probably think that it was stupid of me to give up my life for a group of folks who deserved to die. May I remind you that Jesus did the same thing. He died for us sinners because He loves us. Neither sin nor anything else in the world can separate you from Him. And you know what else? People who follow God's Will never go unrewarded.

As much as I did not want my loved ones to watch me die, there was nothing that I could do about that. My parents and Cindy's parents would have died painfully if I had waited one second longer. It was also good that the grownups witnessed me die. It would remove the blinds from their eyes and allow them to see that I am not a bad influence. Not all males are evil. Not all white people are evil. Not all straight people are evil.

I am the literal definition of a true Christian. I do pray that you understand.

My loved ones were devastated that I was gone. The parents were in disbelief that I did what I did.

Silence, dead silence, filled the town. The Forlot folks, the real worlders, Anti-Cindy, Anti-Margie, Ada, Anti-Jorgie, and Anti-Mary Sue surrounded my remains. Collin and Joan were upset that I was no longer living, however, neither of them were as upset as my girlfriend Cindy.

You should have seen her. Cindy truly did love me. She circled the purple shards and hiccuped with tears in her eyes. She bent down and scooped up some of the shards. Her stomach heaved.

"No...you cannot be gone, Caleb. Please. Say something. Anything!" She pressed the pieces against her warm cheek. "Tell me that you love me. Tell me how beautiful I am. Or kiss me to let me know that you are still with me."

Nothing happened. I was gone for good.

"No..." Cindy let the shards slip from her fingers and fall to the ground. "...no!"

Joan scooted next to her, and they embraced each other in a hug. They grieved for me, and my girlfriend noticed something shiny. She pulled away from my sister, went through my pieces, and held the shiny object in her palm.

"It...it is a ring. A pretty ring. But why would Caleb have this?"

Joan and Anti-Cindy looked at each other as if they were wondering if the other would confess the secret. But they did not have to waste their breaths. Cindy had already figured it out.

"No!" She did not have the strength to keep standing and decided to sit. She fell to the ground and choked on her tears. "This ring...he had planned on proposing to me. Caleb wanted us to be together forever." With a quivering hand, she slipped the ring on her finger. "It is so beautiful. Caleb knew me more than my own parents."

Her eyes widened when she mentioned her mom and dad. Cindy turned her head in the direction of her parents and my parents and breathed hard.

"Sweetie, I..." Mrs. Banks did not know how to reply.

"This is all your fault!" my girlfriend shouted, her voice echoing throughout. "Caleb is dead because of you! You murdered him!"

"We are not the ones who aimed guns at him," my dad said.

"You could have moved out of the way! But you could not even raise your heads to see what would have happened to you!"

"We were grieving, sweetheart," Mr. Banks defended their actions. "Caleb's anti said that you and Joan were dead."

"Anti-Caleb is a villain. He is the opposite of Caleb! And you believed his lie?"

"He claimed that Caleb murdered you and Joan," my mom said.

"Caleb would never in a million years hurt me and his sister! The only murderers around here are the ones who shot him...and you four." She stood back up. "I hope that you are happy. Caleb Night is dead because of you."

Joan encouraged my girlfriend to hug her again, and Cindy did so. She sobbed into Joan's shoulder.

"I will never be able to hug him again or kiss him again or...hear him say how much he loves me."

"Uh, Cindy?" my sister spoke.

She ignored her. "I will always love him."

"I love you too, Cindy."