Last night around 8, I got a call from a friend I always thought was a bit on the annoying side. Despite not doing anything particularly important, I didn't want to talk to her, so I didn't answer my phone. She called two more times consecutively, which only made me all the more determined not to answer, and then she stopped; though annoyed, I felt a little guilty, so I promised myself I'd call her back today.
Today when I called, I found out that she had killed herself with the family gun.
I've been thinking all day how things might've turned out if I'd just picked up the phone. I can't decide whether it was all my fault, or if it's self-centered to think that it was.