Probably gunna start a whole book for this
(Ash's POV)
The way she stared at me.

Pain, regret.. Guilt?

Oh no.

She blames herself. She thinks I want to die because of her.. But that's not the case. She thinks she isn't good enough.

She is. I wish she knew, she's more than enough.

I... I love her, but.. I can't do it anymore.

So I writing suicide note.

"Summer... If you read this.."

No. Not good enough.

I toss it in the trash.

"Summer you were perfect, the best friend I could ask for, but I can't do this."

Yeah, that's better.

"I just can't. Every day, waking up, knowing I'm going to get the same shit, the same bullshit that lets me know just how useless I am. The fact that my mother hates me, the fact that I can't do anything right, I can't live. I just can't.. I can't handle waking up to see my mother's face downstairs glaring at me with that look of utter hatred. I can't stand hearing her words of 'go ahead, kill yourself. No one will miss you.' I just can't okay? So.. I'm so sorry. But.. But tonight, I'm going to do it.. Right after I drop this note off at your house. I'm really really sorry."

The next thing I did was take it to her house. I knocked on her door, setting the note down and running back to my own house before she could answer it.

As I ran into my house, I heard her loud, agonized whimper.

No turning back now.