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Sitting Next to My Past: The Fated Seat with Suicide

Katie’s eyes became sad. She said, “My boyfriend killed himself.” My heart sank, my eyes filled with tears, and I told her, “So did mine. I was 16, and it was devastating.” Katie and I sat there in disbelief for a few moments and then she said, “I am 16.” Her father, slightly stunned, said, “I think you were meant to sit next to us.” I nodded and struggled to maintain my composure.