There He Hung

"Are you okay?" She asked him, as the clouds burst, bringing light drizzle to the dry hungry grounds. "I'm okay, now" he said, "It's raining now, it'll be fine." He loved the rains. They seemed to be the answer to each and every one of his problems. They gave him, sanity, and clarity. He looked up to the sky, as the soft droplets fell on his face, and trickled off to the ground, wiping away, all the tension his head, held.

He usually never lied. Both of them knew, that he wasn't going to be okay. Could there be something more crucial than his usual melancholy, which made him lie?
Apparently so.

She had told him just five minutes ago, that she liked somebody. Unfortunately his best friend liked her. His best friend, was one in a million when it came to love. Not the blessed one in a million, but one of the ill-fated in a million. He had been through a lot. He was perhaps, already broken. But isn’t everyone, in their own way?

Love's a relative term, you know? Few people fall in love with love, then there's the rest, who say love hurts.
Quoting The Lumineers from their song 'Stubborn Love', I'd say, "It's better to feel pain, than nothing at all."

He told his best friend everything. Obviously though, he couldn't tell him that she loved somebody else, that would just kill him on the inside. Perhaps he was already dead from within.

Whatever it was, he had to make sure his friend was alright.
Weeks had gone by, but they hadn't met. He decided to meet him at his little rented place, give him a surprise visit, and make up for all the fun they missed.

When he reached his place, he found the elevator under maintenance. He paced up thirteen floors, as he smiled thinking of finally meeting him. He reached his floor and bent down, panting, before he walked towards his house. Strangely, he found the door to be open. He opened the door, completely, and walked inside, and saw to his dismay - drowned in disbelief.

There he hung - his best friend, from the ceiling fan, dead.

Dead, in, and out - with the words "sorry for the love" written on his wall.

In Ruins.

With a dying hope,
left alone to mope,
over his grievances,
yet not wanting vengeance,
he walked into,
his own ruins.

When you’re in pieces and completely ruined,
and no matter whether people try to revive -
You’ll always be remembered to be in ruins,
still trying to find the way back into life,
along the paths of sleepless nights.
Until the break of darkness,
and the shattering of silence -
Lost in the road to life, you will be,
as you’re watching the sun, rise.

Hope, That Lingered

He went through,
sleepless nights.
Thinking - she just might,
say a few words.
And ask him,
how he was doing,
since, he thought she cared.
Because there was something,
that angered him, called -
Hope,
that lingered.

He went through,
each dying moment,
controlling to lament.
Thinking - she just might,
want him back,
and take him back,
since, he thought she cared.
Because there was something,
that angered him, called -
Hope,
that lingered.