I played the guitar, just like thousands of times before. All those times happened after I realized what the root of my problem really was. My best friend, someone that I’d give my life for, the only reason that prevented me from comitting suicidal. She was the one that always brought happiness to me, that made face every day of this cruel world. However, recently, everything went wrong. For some unknown (till now) reason, I became depressed, and isolated from everyone, including her. This discomforted her, but deep inside, I knew that the fact I was dying didn’t make her desperate, and if she was dying, I’d be willing to kill myself. When I understood all my dedication and adore weren’t returned back in the same quantity, I became even worse. On that time, I did not know why I was depressed, although. But now, it’s all clear. Her. The root of where the problem really was. I’ve always lived happily lonely and selfish, but she came into my life, and made me think about someone but me. Now, that she is trying to help me through, I know I’m dying in her arms, as they were safety pillars, and, at the same time, lethal weapons.