Story on my sh***y life

Chapter 3

On July 4th, 1999, Henry ended his life. We were having a block party ( which we did every year) and his job was to do the fireworks. He tied 7 to his body and before we knew it he was gone...Just like that my life was ruined. Henry was my only friend and he made the choice to leave it. I went to his grave every day for 3 years, until I gave up all hope of him ever coming back. he couldn't hear me when I tried talking to him, and in the long run it was only hurting myself.
I still had to go to school because I wanted to go to college. When I finish high school and stated school at California University, I saw that One of Henry's other friends were there.
" Hi Jaemin, it's me Emma." I said, hesitating a bit. I asked him how he was cautiously because I knew he blamed me for Henry's death. Before I could say another word he had walked away. So I finished college and continued my life as nothing had happened. I basically forgot about Henry. Except for every 2 year when I visited his grave.