prisma scarab
I was never a person to throw big parties. I would go to them, sure, but they would never be my parties. So one day I decided to throw a big party for all my friends for my 21st birthday. I started getting plans together and calling everyone a few days before.
It was the day before the party, and there was one friend in particular that I didn't call. I'm not sure why, I was just doing a lot of calling and planning and I figured it would be fine if I just called and invited him the day of my party. I just recently hung out with him a short time before and we had a great time.
The day of my birthday and my party came. It was sometime in the morning and I was already hanging out with some of my friends, planning the day ahead. Suddenly, some of my friends came to the door so I let them in. It was too early to start the plans for the day but I liked hanging out with everyone so I didn't care.
Things quickly changed when they said they had some bad news, and something important to say. The friend I mentioned earlier committed suicide the night before, and his mom found him in the garage. We were all shocked. He seemed fine just days ago. It goes without saying that I canceled all the plans as we all coped with a shaken reality. Questions came up in my mind if he knew or planned for that specific day. Rumors started to circle about the reason he did what he did, and the issues he had, and none of them seemed to connect to my birthday so it gave me some peace of mind. I don't normally mention or plan much for my birthday so we concluded he didn't know or just forgot and it wasn't intentional. His family is still close to many of us.
A little time had passed and we decided to throw that big party for my birthday, and to help lives move on. To this day, I still get a strange feeling from time to time, what if I called my friend that night like I planned, would he still be alive today
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