This is a brief fictional tale, but it’s based on an actual event - the suicide of a teenager. Names have been changed to avoid hurting anyone involved. The ending has been modified as well because I’m still mourning the young life that was snuffed out and I want to fix it – rewrite history if you will. Friends and family have wracked their brains for signs they might have missed. No one can come up with any. There’s no evidence that the young man in question was gay or had any other major problems. He did suffer a concussion shortly before committing suicide. For me, the moral is, life is short; don’t let it slip away without telling someone you care.