Amelia Forbes

I sat fidgeting in the waiting room. It'd been three hours since we arrived at the hospital and everyone was seated, quietly.

The truck driver had given a clear description of what had transpired. No one said a word.

Tears flowed down my cheeks.

He has attempted suicide.

The thought broke me down more than I thought it could. I felt sad, guilty. I blamed myself for pushing him out in the rain and saying such hard words to him.

I guessed those few weeks had put him into some deep state of depression. He was in such a state that he had seen suicide as the only...