Through some twist of fate I came out to my parents on the day they did this to you, February 12th. I was sixteen at the time, going on seventeen. You were barely fifteen and so much braver than I was.
There are no words to describe how saddened I am to know of your death. I will carry your story with me forever. Things like this should not happen, not ever again.
You were remarkable. In any case you were remarkable to me. I'd be blessed to become even half the person you were, or would have become growing up.
Rest in peace - rust zacht.