He's happy. In every sense of the word, he's happy. He was always smiling. Girls came and went. Work was moderately busy with pay enough to sustain a happy living. He had good hygiene. His family was in touch, healthy, and proud of him. He had multiple friends that he hung out with every week. He played video games. He binge-watched TV shows. He was happy about his life. He was.
Last year, there was a knock at his door. There was an officer.
"Excuse me sir, are you Samuel Radnor?"
"Yes. What is this about?"
"I'm sorry to inform you, something has happened. You are listed as the emergency contact for..."
Sam was afraid. For the first time in his adult life, he was afraid.
"...Cara Hughes."
Cara was Sam's best friend all throughout high school and college. They grew apart after.
"Come in." He manages to barely say.
The officer came in and stood still, staring at the floor. Sam sat down.
"What happened?"
The officer looked at Sam.
"She overdosed on prescription painkillers this morning. We believe she committed suicide. I'm sorry."
Sam stopped staring. He looked up. He wasn't sad anymore. He wasn't afraid. He was emotionless.
"That's all you came to say?"
The officer was shocked at his monotone words.
"I... no. There was a letter addressed to you on the desk. It looked like she had just finished writing it. Here it is."
Sam took it.
"Is that all?" Again, emotionlessly.
"Yes. My deepest condolences."
Sam got up and opened the door for the officer.
He nodded at Sam as he left.
Sam unfolded the letter as he sat down at his desk.
Sam,
I'm sorry for everything. I'm sorry that I stopped talking to you as much. I'm sorry that I stopped all together. I'm sorry that I let us grow apart. I loved you so much. I just thought that you were better off without me. I think everyone is.
Sam wept.
And he hasn't been the same sense.
