There is a reason I feel so guilty about Eva. I know it's a stupid reason, but it still plagues me.
The summer Eva killed herself, I wasn't there. I left just after school let out for leadership camp program (this was back when I was recommended for this type of thing) and wasn't home a week before she killed herself.
I wasn't there to see the preceding events. I don't know if there were actually warning signs. I should have cherished our last summer together, but I didn't know of the upcoming doom.
And that is why I blame myself for Eva's death.