His name was Jay, like the bird. He had beautiful blue eyes, again like the bird, and his hair was almost always in a feathered style. I would love to run my fingers through that beautiful black feathery hair of his. Of course, this story isn’t about me and why I liked him. No, this story is solidly about Jay. He had such an impact on all of the lives around him, which begs the question on everyone’s minds: Why did he have to take his own life?