Knowing how much your best friend was hurting, you let him go first. He smiled softly, appreciating the gesture. He got to his knees, raising his hands to his chest and clasping them together. "Dear god, if you are still there or even exist at all. I won't ask for too much time. I just want to ask...why me? What have I done to you to go through this torment? They say you give your hardest battle to your strongest soldiers but you and I both know I'm not. I just want to be left alone. Please." He just stayed there, waiting for something. You watch as he rises to his feet, looking over to you. He grabbed you by your shoulders, resting his palms on them. He looked calmer, more tranquil in his body language. His eyes told a different story. He opened his mouth, almost nothing coming out at first. Locking eyes with you, he finally got the words out.