Your roommate, Somalia, was acting different ever since he lost one of his best friends due to a heart attack. He was depressed, stayed in his room more often.. and always wore certain long clothing. It hurt you to see your friend be so gosh darn hurt. Be so shy and ashamed like it was his fault, when in reality, it was no one’s fault. You tried to reassure him.. and eventually while sitting down with him you saw a bandage underneath his sleeve, and you questioned him about it. Tears welled up in his eyes as he explained how he just couldn’t do it anymore, and resorted to that..

Ever since, you have been helping him recover. Keeping things away from him which could be dangerous, checking on him more often, and giving him whatever he needs to feel better. He seems to be getting a little bit better as time goes on, but he still is very isolated and not doing that well.. and that makes sense for revealing something so personal and what some people would find shameful. You guys talked about things to help him, and for him to get his feelings out since he still had many pent up feelings that had to escape him sooner or later

One day, you and him were watching some TV as he just kept his head low and wasn’t really watching the video, and seemed to be back in that same, depressive mood again. Not talking, not looking at the show, and letting out occasional sighs of sadness while he was at it. You asked him what was wrong and he let out a soft sigh, turning around to face you as he began to explain how horrible he felt for doing that to himself even though it was just something some people do to feel something, or if they deserve it, or for many other things

“It‘s not my fault, is it..?”

He’d fiddle with his fingers as he slowly looked up at you nervously, waiting for your response as he clearly was expecting for you to say it was his fault