Back in 2012 (I was 15 at the time), I broke up with my French (relevant for later) girlfriend. Basically, the whole "relationship" was over before it even started, and there was no point in anything anymore.

Well, drama ensued. She started raging at me, and when that didn't work as a "take-me-back" strategy, she pulled the old suicide threat card. I just kind of laughed it off and left. Surprisingly enough, I didn't hear from her again.

A week later, I got a text from her sister. Apparently, she had followed through with her threat. My ex had taken her own life. Because of me. One text, that's all I ever got. Being young and stupid, of course I believed it. And that, kind of, sort of, sent me into a pit of depression and self-hatred. Someone had killed themselves because of me and my actions. Way to go. Yes, I did blame myself. I broke up with her for a reason, but that didn't mean I wanted her to die.

However, later in life I've realized how everything seemed so... off. All I ever got was that one text message from her sister. Nothing else. Ever. Seems a bit odd to me.

Like I said, our relationship didn't last for very long, but even in that short time I learned quite a lot about her. Sure, she seemed like the type of person who actually could kill themselves. But she also was fucked up enough to maybe even fake her suicide to get some sick "revenge." So, after a year of blaming myself, another thought entered my mind. Maybe she's not dead after all!

So, I do some digging, and lo and behold - she's living in France, with her family, and looks very much alive! One year of feeling like complete shit, all for nothing! How nice.

I've never contacted her since for obvious reasons. Remind me to avoid France at all costs.