that quiet guy …
There used to be a boy in my school that used to live a few blocks down my street. Though he was a quiet kid and didn’t really hung out with us much, we all got along with him well, he was always very neutral and never took sides, he was one of those boys who were there to laugh at our jokes and listen to our rants, but mostly he was the guy that help fill in the gaps whenever we were short of players for football.
We hardly saw him after he started college, word on the street is that he was in love with this girl in his class and they often spent a lot of time together.
I Saw him once during Christmas, he was still very skinny, we were chatting for a bit and he spoke about his girlfriend, he said that she and him were on a long distance relationship as her family moved out. He seemed okay, the usual quiet stance … nothing out of the ordinary
Love was on everyone’s mind that year, I guess it was being on that bridge between adolescence and adulthood puts lots of thought into ones mind, most of the boys had girlfriends, some of them were single, some was always in and out of relationships, nothing was serious though we knew that love somehow had a place in our lives.
We were getting into our football gear when we saw coming, he sat on the bench with that pale look on his face, we knew something was wrong.
Turns out our quiet boy just broke up, he said that “she doesn’t like this long distance relationship thing and wanted something more serious”, he took up 20 minutes ranting about how was really in love and upset is he about she leaving him, he never spoke about anything that long before, in fact it was the first time he had something to share.
It was the first time we saw sadness in his eyes.
It’s been 7 years since the day we heard him pour his heart out, it’s been 7 years since he killed himself that night. Some of my boys said that they saw it coming, I didn’t know he had it in him. Turns out she left him for another guy and our little friend just couldn’t get over the fact that she loves someone else now.
We blamed ourselves for the 1st few weeks after the funeral, but then it hit us late that he never came asking us for help and he was never there long enough for us to see the signs of condition.
People in my area refer to him as ‘that skinny boy that hung himself’
Then I realised that we hardly knew him, he never had an opinion, never had a particular interest of conflict to make him different, he just blended into the background. He had nothing to share, he never had a story to tell, in the end he became the story.
I asked myself was he even alive when he was around ? this was all I could recall, and I realised now that I cant even remember his name …
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