On April 12 of this year my best friend committed suicide. I feel the constant guilt of not saving her…because I had the power to and I chose not to use it. A week before she did this, she told me that she had wanted to but her boyfriend, (who is now one of my closest friends) had talked her out of it. So I assumed it was just teenage drama and ignored it. A few days later she had texted me and she was asking for advice with her problems. I did the best I could and told her how sorry I was and she said “Oh well I’ll live.” I thought back to earlier and said to her, “Is that a promise?” and she said “Yes Lol”. Sunday night came around and we had a normal conversation where she seemed perfectly fine. Her last message to me said “Well I gtg so I’ll ttyl” at 8:10 p.m. The next day our prinicipal announced that she had passed away over the intercom during my third hour. I’ll be waiting for “ttyl” for the rest of my life. And every day since I think about joining her in heaven but I can’t. That doesn’t take away the guilt.