As I rolled out of bed and into the shower that morning, I thought nothing of it being an ordinary day. I hummed a tune under my breath, scrubbed my body, and got ready to start my day. But before I could even finish, I was distracted by my phone buzzing on the bathroom counter. A million questions went through my mind as I hurried to answer it, expecting a phone call from my friend - we were going to catch up and go to the studio later that day.
But the voice I heard on the other end of the phone was not my friend's. Instead, it was a voice full of fear and despair - it was my brother he informed me that my best friend had overdosed and died during the night, and he had been trying to reach me right before it happened.
The phone call felt like a kick in the stomach - a combination of grief, guilt, and helplessness all at once. In that moment, my life was changed forever. My homie was gone, and I would never get the chance to say goodbye. All I could do was pray that he had found some peace in his final moments.
That day marked the end of a friendship that had lasted since childhood, and it is a pain that I still feel to this day. Even now, the guilt remains - a reminder that my friend needed me, but I was too late. I still always wonder what he wanted that day and I shed a tear while writing this.
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