I still haven’t quite recovered

I still haven't quite recovered from going to see Boys Don't Cry last night. I keep thinking about it, replaying different scenarios in my mind, "if only he…" or "why didn't they…", something that could have changed the ending. Of course, I knew the ending before going in, and I knew it was a true story, but I couldn't help hoping that somehow, in some way, it would work out—that hatred and fear would not triumph, and that a girl's courage to be true to herself would not end in tragedy.