You thought that would be a black tie occasion, did you? he teased, touching the lapel of his tuxedo jacket. I scowled to hide my embarrassment. I don't know how these things work. To me, at least, it seems more rational than prom does. He was still grinning. It's not funny, I said. No, you're right, it's not, he agreed, his smile fading. I'd rather treat it like a joke, though, than believe you're serious. But I am serious. He sighed deeply. I know. And you're really that willing? The pain was back in his eyes. I bit my lip and nodded. So ready for this to be the end, he murmured, almost to himself, for this to be the twilight of your life, though your life has barely started. You're ready to give up everything. It's not the end, it's the beginning, I disagreed under my breath.