Time for a short story. Gonna keep things as concise as possible. Remember kiddies, I'm not a good person.
During TAFE days I hung out with the smokers which included a couple.
They seemed nice enough but the gf was an outrageous flirt when out of site of her bf.
Everyone loved them, or at least her.
One day he disappeared.
His family confronted her about it and she told everyone that she was being harassed by them.
They thought he'd killed himself over her or at least that's what she claimed.
Turns out he locked himself up in a psych ward, something we wouldn't find out for a while.
He turned up a few weeks later trying to make it seemed like nothing happened.
We all cracked the shits with him. "How dare you do that to her" type shit.
I quoted some stupid Down lyrics at him.
"Never try, never try, either do it or don't waste our lives."
The next day he jumped in front of a train and died.
The day after she started dating his best friend and everyone went about life as if nothing had changed.
I'm not a good person and a lot of my life will haunt me. Words have power and death is a very compelling concept.
Good manga 'ey guys?