e was once a life, talking with so much passion and eagerness with his friends. He used to wear a smile, a smile that might be as wide as the Pacific and as lovely as the sun breaking out in the horizon. From time to time, he would be a funny man, pulling off jokes, cracking out laughter from his small audience.
For all he was worth, he was one pleasing of a person.
But now he had this pursed lips. The eyes that had once been two small compartments of happiness and spirit had surprisingly become two blank spaces blinking in the emptiness. The glow on his face had as well withered like a flower victimized by the wrath of an angry snow storm. What might have happened to him? Well, no one knew…no one knew until everybody read his suicide note.