This is a tentative story. I'm not sure how much I'll be able to update, because I'm juggling university studies and running a couple of blogs along with this, but I'll try to update as often as I can, depending on how much support I get for this story :) 

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"You were never there for her," he sneers in my face, and I can feel the blood pounding in my head. Who the hell does this bastard think he is?

"And you were?" I snarled at him. Best friends for almost 10 years, and this is how it turns out. 

"Of course," his over-confident voice taunts me through the rain, which was soaking us both to the bone. "Who else would she be turning to?" 

I take a deep breath, closing my eyes for a short moment before glaring at him, and swinging my fist at him. 10 years we've been together, and not once have I laid a single finger on him with the intention of harming him. Not until now. I watched as he staggers back, then aim a kick at my stomach, causing me to double-over. 

"Yes, she turned to me, when you turned your back on her. Who else would she be running to? It's always been us two. When you hurt her, she would come to me and cry. I knew you would never notice, because you never cared enough about her to actually pay attention for once," his voice rang in my head, nagging and annoying. 

"Why the hell does it matter to you?" I almost yell, "It's my relationship, and none of your damn business!"

His look of disgust turns to one of resignation, as he scoffs and shakes his head, "She doesn't deserve this, least of all from you." With that, he turns on his heel and walks away. 

He walked away. He had the nerve to walk away from me. "Yah!" I yell, grabbing the back of his shirt, and yank him backwards into a headlock, "Where the hell do you think you're going?" I hiss into his ear. 

He's stronger than I think, quickly disentangling himself from my grasp, "I'm going to find Alex before she tries to kill herself again, because you're too much of a coward to do so yourself." He walks away for a moment, before turning his head to the side. His voice is quiet, but I manage to make out what he says, the rain dripping down on both of us, "The Alex I know and love wouldn't attempt suicide. She wouldn't go down that path of depression. But you, you manage to break her so easily, and leave her in pieces. And you don't even notice. She's broken because of you." 

He turns back around and sprints away. I watch as his figure disppears in the rain. What happened to us? We were inseparable. We were the two hyungs, the umma and appa, the best friends. Is this how it ends? He's always had a way with words, and now those words ring in my head as though it was a church bell on a Sunday morning. She's broken because of you.