My friend at the cafe is probably wondering why I’m late. He tries to call me but notices that I have my phone turned off which is something odd as we’re in the middle of the day. He sent me a Facebook message and waited about 20 minutes before leaving, thinking that I may have forgotten our meeting.

My mom get the news first from the hospital, exactly half an hour after. I always have my ID on me and they got my mother number listed on their files.

It takes a day or two before some of my close friends notice I’m not answering calls and messages. A few of them will be given the information that I’m not here anymore.

Quickly the news spread through my Facebook friends, first by private messages and then a few public posts. The likes on my profile pictures increase, as well as the number of comments. Even if most of them are just a simple “RIP” there’s also very touching ones from friends I haven’t seen in a long time. I wish I could reply, tell them how much I love all of them.

I feel ashamed because I’ve spent more time working these past few weeks rather than taking the time to see the people who care about me. I guess it’s too late for regrets now.