My 2 best friends. We lived together, moved around the state together, were homeless together. We were the 3 amigos, ed edd and eddy (I was double d). We eventually split to do our own things
V died after he robbed my parents, after all they did for him. I was furious, called him up and told him he'd never get better, that he should just kill himself, knowing that he was suicidal. And he did, ODed on a massive amount of fentanyl
J died in prison. He had gotten addicted to meth and heroin real bad, lost his kid, and was homeless. I tried to get him to come down and live with me but he wouldn't. He was suicidal but nothing worked, from gram shots of H to shooting bleach. I sent him a song that I knew he'd relate to, one that I couldn't get out of my head because it sounded like he wrote it (Forever Close My Eyes by Dalek) but it was about suicide and I knew it'd push him over the edge. After I sent him that he responded with some ominous shit, then the next day he told me about this guy he was gonna rob who was pimping out these underage girls, although I knew it was a way for him to go out in a blaze of glory doing something decent. When he got there with the man he was with (who told me about this) there were some of the girls there unexpectedly. The guy started shooting at J so he shot back and accidentally hit one of the girls. She's okay, just grazed, but still got shot. J went to jail and hung himself after being raped in there
So yeah. I'm basically responsible for the death of my 2 best friends