Everyday at school there was this kid Alex who was always alone. I have very few friends so I could relate. We had many classes together, I always wanted to talk to him but I was too scared. from the little personality I saw I thought we could be good friends, but I couldn’t get enough confidence to talk to him.

He was so alone he killed himself.
No one even noticed as far as I know.
If I just talked to him maybe he would still be here. I had so many chances but I was stupid and said nothing. My current bf knew Alex a little. He was the only thing Alex could call a friend. After hearing by boyfriend talk about him I know we would be good friends.
I feel so guilty. I’m not even supposed to know he’s dead. I know the EMS driver that pronounced him dead and I heard it from there.
This summer I’m searching for his grave so I can talk to him. I want him to know people care, even if it’s too late..