It didn’t seem like the right moment.
Then again, when would there ever be a right moment to invite someone to grieve, to mourn?
There was no right moment for any of it.
I didn’t want to die.
Not really.
What I wanted was to disappear. To blink out of existence, to be forgotten by everyone who ever knew me. I didn’t want to be here anymore, to have to think, to have to feel.