Seven years ago today, I saw a man kill himself. Every anniversary I would leave flowers where he died and this year is the first year I haven’t done so, because I moved away. I know it’s not my fault but I can’t help but feel guilty
I didn’t even know who he was, I was just walking to school on the same street as his apartment building when he jumped. I feel so terrible, like I’m forgetting him. I’ve never told anyone how I left flowers there for him before.