Dear rena,
It will have been six years since you have died at the end of this month. I had nearly forgotten until I checked my calendar app, and I am nearly sickened with myself for it. More and more every year do I feel guilty for how things turned out. I fear that, selfishly, maybe, the nature of our roleplays pushed you further into a bad place of mind, and more and more do I feel disgusted at myself because of it. Every time I think of you, I’m wracked with guilt for the fact that I couldn’t have helped you. I couldn’t have known, really, what you were going through. Still, I’m sorry for the fact that maybe I inadvertently made you feel worse when I could have helped. I’m sorry for not being there when you needed someone. I really hope you’re resting easy and maybe, when I die and if we meet in a place beyond this, I can apologize properly. Thank you for being such an amazing friend.