“I love you.” It was the first time he had spoken those words, as he leant over gently and kissed her on the forehead. He gently brushed the stray strands of blonde hair away from her face before he turned to leave.
Standing by the door, Janet saw unshed tears in his eyes, as he nodded to her leaving the room. He had been the last to say goodbye.
This wasn’t his first loss, but if they weren’t careful, it might be his last. And Janet would be damned if he was the first of her friends to commit suicide.