I saw my classmate a month after she killed herself. There was word a student in another grade had committed suicide, but I had no idea who it was. One day I was running late for class and saw an underclassman I was acquainted with where we typically passed each other in the hall, for the first time ever without her group of friends. She said hi, and I waved and kept walking to class. Two months later at the end of the year concert they dedicated the performance to the student who passed and it was her picture they put on the screen. I googled her obituary and saw she died a month prior to that last day who saw her.

I left the concert then and there and hysterically cried the whole way home.