It was with a peculiar, and perhaps less than noble, fixation that I read about your crime. A crime which was extraordinarily morbid, and sensational. And I gathered the following details: You were thirteen years old. You stole a .22 caliber pistol. You wrote a suicide letter; short, but it got the message across. You went to SM City Mall, Pampanga. You met your seventeen year old lover in front of the Astrovision store in the mall’s Building 3. You shot him in the head. The bullet lodged in his brain and left him brain dead. You then turned the gun on yourself and pulled the trigger.