Ooh, Rose... I really felt that, you know? The line about him you... crying about him not realizing how special he is to you just hit me so hard, almost started crying myself, my Lord. I said something in the chat earlier that loosely relates to the theme of your tale.
"Same can be said for anyone that's ever commited suicide. It's always a shame because, more often than not, it's not necessary. I mean, I understand the state of mind that leads a person to consider and go through with the decision, don't get me wrong, life is hard... but they aren't as alone as they think. If only they could've reached out or someone reached out to them, these suicides could've been circumvented. You know? Friendship is magic, yadda yadda, shish boom ba? It's cheesy, sure, but maybe that's all these people need. Just someone to rely on when the whole world looks like it's caving in, I guess. Issue is, when you're in that kind of emotional ravine, it becomes almost impossible to realize what's right in front of you... whether it's a hope for the future or a true friend willing to extend a saving hand through the tempest of thorns that is your depression..."
Rose, my, if I could help somehow I could. I've been through a similar experience twice in my life and it didn't get any easier the second time around; it's not something that can be practiced or that one can get adjusted to, I'm sorry. I think I speak for everyone when I say that you have my support in sticking through this for your friend and, if it isn't too much trouble, I'd like you to send him my regards and well wishes for getting out of what seems to be an insurmountable slump.
There's not much I can do for you except sympathize entirely. You're not alone and neither is he.
*kind of passionate so my post was likely more incoherent than i'd have liked*