"I left because I don't deserve her. I've brought nothing but pain in her life and I love her too much to see her get hurt. She deserve the world and everything more. She deserve more than I could offer. I'm not going back, I'm not gonna hurt her anymore," he said with his head buried in his hands.
I've never seen him this disheveled, long gone the glow in his face just a soft smile that didn't reach his eyes.

"Are you fucking serious? Do you hear yourself talking?" I said, a slight anger in my tone, "Let the woman make her own decision for goodness sake. You are in no position to decide what she deserve and what's best for her. Oh my god and I thought she's daft but here you are acting like a walking corpse over a break up neither of you wanted. Why am I friends with you guys again?"

"Because we're the only people who'd willing to tolerate your rotten personality,"he deadpans.

"Cut the sass, I thought you're being miserable right now? One at a time, jeez," a faint smile tugs at the corner of his lips and I am mildly relieved.

"Stop moping around and go get your girl back. Nobody but her should decide who she ends up with. Stop measuring her self worth, she's more than capable to do that herself. She's not freaking 15, and so are you."

He blinked.

"I don't know man. I don't know if I can see her face again after that night. The things I've said, the look on her face. I fucked up," he sighs. "This is not what I had in mind when I asked your advice on how to move on." He looked borderline offended and grateful.

"Well in my defence, you obviously look disgustingly in love with her. I'm just being the nice friend I am. And the last time I bumped into her, she didn't look too great herself. Pretty much a walking corpse like you. Don't live with regret, trust me you don't wanna live with a hole in your heart," I murmured, whispering the last sentence with my eyes never meeting his.

And somehow, in the small space of my heart something crack.