They found a man I knew, hanged.
A friend from school.
A man who had lost everything, and then rebuilt.
A new business, a new partner, a young daughter, a second life.
He was supposed to be "doing well."
At first, they said he died of natural causes ā maybe a sudden illness.
When that excuse couldn't hold, and the rope spoke for itself, they went further:
"Maybe someone killed him. Maybe they hanged him afterward."
Because obviously, a man with a house, money, a daughter, and a woman by his sideā¦ can't possibly choose to die. Right?
This is how truth gets buried:
Not with silence, but with invention.
Not by facing pain, but by fabricating murder to make suicide unthinkable.
No one says: "Maybe he couldn't take it anymore."
No one says: "Maybe he just didn't want to go on."
Instead: theories, whispers, denial dressed up as justice.
The truth is, he died on his own terms.
And they can't stand that.
Because if someone like him could do it ā then anyone could.
And that ideaā¦ is unbearable.
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