I am 16 years old. The only thing I like about me is my name Zoe. The rest is not worth mentioning. With Ybert, we loved. And I know how unhappy he was. I loved him and I wanted to help. It made no difference because, last year, he decided to go ... That's when it all went off. I became conscious. Everything. Especially the fact that nothing is worth. I decided to tell the last weeks of my life. It will be a death story from beginning to end, because there is the way to go.