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.