"I took my photo albums out of my closet to remind myself that Noah had existed. He was my twin brother. He was 18. He died on New Years. I should have tried harder to stop him. I was partially responsible for his death. I deserved to die just as much as he did." What happens in this story? The worst event of my life. The details don't matter right now. All that matters is I'm here to tell this story. I live to the end. tw: mentions of suicide and suicidal ideation