Earlier this year, I met someone online, and we had a few conversations on Discord, and a few months ago, he killed himself. I never got to say goodbye, and only heard of it from someone else. I knew he was depressed and suicidal, since we both had that, along with a love for video games, in common. I helped as much as I'm able, but most of all, just tried to be a good friend for him, as it's honestly the best thing I could do for him. When he passed... it tore me apart. I hadn't known him that long, but it felt like we'd known each other for quite some time. I told him that no matter what I'd be there for him, and if he was ever struggling, just to let me know. I understand he's not gonna always talk to me, cause I tend to do that as well. But...

It just hurt that he never reached out to me or even said goodbye...

Since his passing, I routinely visit his Discord Personal Messages and send him little messages about things in my life, how I was thinking of him when I saw something he would have liked or thought was funny, or how much I miss him and hope he's finally at peace. I know he'll never read them, but at the same time, I keep hoping he might, even though he's gone. It probably sounds pretty stupid and pathetic... but it brings me a sense of temporary comfort, even though he'll never answer me back.