We had met at a hospital when we both were trying to get help with our depression. we became best friends since then, we were like brother and sister told each other how we really felt without any judgement. I was recently hospitalized so I wasn't in touch with him for a bit. He had ask me to meet few times but I was deeply depressed and wouldn't leave the house so I kept postponing it, he was always so supportive but I failed him, I didn't see the signs I wasn't there when he really needed me. I got a text from his mom wanting to meet, I was so nervous I really thought she didn't want me to be his friend anymore that I was a bad influence or something or maybe he run away and wanted to ask me in person where he went, the worst thing I thought that he might've attempted something and went back to the hospital but never that news ever. I don't think I really fully believe it yet that he's gone. He texted me the day he passed and I didn't see it.