Hang Up

Last week I heard that a member of a college theater group committed suicide. Bit by bit I pieced together information about the death—how (he hanged himself), when (two Sundays ago), where (in their garage) and possibly why (a recent break-up seemed like the straw that broke the camel’s back). But no one told me who; I guess they all assumed I knew. So I was quite shocked when I finally found out; I personally knew him, though I wasn’t that close to him.

This morning I remembered he was in my Facebook. Before his Facebook’s page loaded, I panicked for a second: What if his status read something, uhm… scary? But his status line was blank. How fitting.

A friend wrote on his wall: “bakit naman baby boy”. But he left no note that fateful Sunday. Besides, questions like “Why?” will never have a sufficient answer.

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P.S. – Conrado de Quiros writes about the tragedy. Click here to read.