There was a guy who was in the same high school as I was. We both were around 18 years old back then. He was pretty much like I am: decent, mild-mannered and thoughtful. He was more like an acquaintance than a friend of me. We met each other just occasionally in the high school. Sometimes we had small talks, sometimes we work together in pairs and just once we had one longer conversation about the future. After the high school and our graduation, we've never seen each other again.
Many years later when I was studying in an university, I heard sad news about this guy. He died. He committed suicide. I don’t know why and how, but it was a very big shock to his family. I believe he must have been very unhappy, unfortunate and miserable. Even so, he didn't seem to be suicidal in the high school at all. I’ve felt sorry for him. It felt like I would have been a real friend to him, not just an acquaintance.
So many times I’ve been thinking about will I suffer the same fate as he.
Many years later when I was studying in an university, I heard sad news about this guy. He died. He committed suicide. I don’t know why and how, but it was a very big shock to his family. I believe he must have been very unhappy, unfortunate and miserable. Even so, he didn't seem to be suicidal in the high school at all. I’ve felt sorry for him. It felt like I would have been a real friend to him, not just an acquaintance.
So many times I’ve been thinking about will I suffer the same fate as he.