Two years ago, my coworker shot and killed himself. We were friends at work, and he was a really good guy. I remember after I got the call, I thought about him with the gun. I thought about what it looked like. I thought about his mom having to find him, blood splattered wherever it may be. 8 months ago, my roommate and best friend shot and killed herself. I was the one to find her. One time her sister told me she thinks about the moments before. Her holding the gun... Probably all the things I thought about with my coworker. But now... I think about how she ended up being in the position I found her. It seems like a fucked up thought, but I lay in bed (that’s where I found her) and I think about what position she was in when she shot the gun. How did her arm end up underneath her and coming out the other side.. Of course I have a lot of other thoughts about it.. like why she would’ve done it in the first place.. but idk. God I miss her. Somehow time flies, and drags all at the same time.