"Maybe someday, we can be together. If I make it.." My best friend said that to me before she died in my arms. She jump from her apartment window just as I was getting back. I really miss her, and the blood stains are still on the concrete sidewalk. Now I wish to die the way she did, but I know she'd want me to live. She made me eat more after being underweight after all. I never expected her to be this suicidal. I didnt notice she was ever depressed. I couldnt even attend her funeral since I overdosed. I really loved her, and she loved me too, I guess. Shes the only one I ever did love. With anyone else, it was uncomfortable. But I cant wait for my birthday, and hers. We shared the same one, which was cute. She always said, "The cake is for face slamming into, silly." Whenever I asked her why she got cake. I started liking cake after she fed me a bite, which her favorite was triple chocolate. I just wish she was alive. I wish I knew of her depression. I wish I confessed earlier.