When I lived in residence at university, my neighbour killed himself.
The night he died, he came into the bathroom while I was brushing my teeth. I said “hey”. He said “hello”. I reminded him of a long standing offer to play Starcraft, and he said he might play, but he had a lot of studying to do.
Two days later they found his body on the banks of the Red River. He’d jumped off of the Bishop Grandin Bridge.
I had been the last person to talk to him, and at his funeral all I could do was ask myself over and over what I could have done, or how I could not have noticed. Some people might say that there was no way I could have known, or that once he had made up his mind that there was no stopping him.
For all I know he was…
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