There’s this person that I hold dearest to my heart, my best friend. We knew each other since we were five, but as we got older thing’s started to get hard in my household and it was some petty rough years I was going through just like everyone who goes through something. Thankfully I had my friend who was there for me whenever I needed him. We would always talk about our future together and how we would stay together forever, but one day my friend had called me and told me he wanted to do everything we had on our bucket list just for fun, I didn’t think anything of it and agreed. That day was a day where I truly felt comfort and happiness with this person and a weight lifted off from my shoulders, but it was soon stopped when I got a call from my father saying that my mother had passed away and I had to come home. The rest of the day I was laying in bed just trying to process what I found out and I had gotten a text from my friend, but I didn’t pick up and he called again and again, he eventually showed up to my house and handed me a note, but had told me not to open it until the next day so I waited and he gave me a hug that just felt different. The next day I find out he committed suicide and the note he had given me was his last goodbye. I should’ve know what he was doing, but I didn’t and now I live with the guilt and his note.