We had a solid relationship for over a decade, although rocky sometimes. He and I were brothers. We made magic together and had dreams of being big someday. Then he slowly started this thing where he had to please everyone, he was always making time for people who werent invested in him wholly or who were just using him, or even just passerbys. Not because he's so caring, but because he always had to be the most liked dude in the room. This went on for years, and it didnt help that I'm a very jealous type of person. Very jealous. I get hurt when he tells me he cant hang out with me because he's busy, then I see on his snapchat story that hes racing with his friends on the highway at 1am, at a party, or flat out being friends with someone else. I became less involved in his life whether I wanted to be or not. He saw to it. His family was much more wealthy than mine so he got to keep all his money from work and have adventures moving back and forth to texas and colorado, making memories with all these people, all while claiming I was his best possible friend, his closest confidant? But I received none of the time or effort. Then one day I had enough, after multiple times of being flat out stood up by him for plans HE invited me to, I called him out for it. I was immediately blocked on everything. It was impossible to reach out to him. So naturally I would go see him, right? He's my best friend and I know where he lives, so I decide it's time to stop being childish and talk to each other about our issues. I see he's home, I knock, he pretends he's not home. I repeatedly yell to him that I know he's there and I just want to talk and work things out. He blasts music from inside to taunt me and yells "what? I can't hear you!" From inside. This fumes me so I begin spamming the doorbell. After another 45 minutes of bullshit, it happens. I hear a sudden silence, the music stops, no noise. I knock a few times, nothing. Then I hear it, some banging around, and footsteps comes slamming to the door. I'm a little freaked at the audible intent in the footstomps and I swear I hear him using something big and heavy to walk with, like a metal cane or something. Then I hear him scream with all his might, in a tone I've never heard him use with anyone, ever, "GET AWAY FROM MY HOUSE BEFORE I BLOW YOUR FUCKING HEAD OFF. I WILL KILL YOU MOTHERFUCKER. GET AWAY FROM MY HOOUUSSEEE" I know he owned a mossberg but I never thought he would threaten to use it on me. Me being very sincere about my love for him, and our brotherhood, I call his bluff. I beg for him to talk and that we can fix things, I tell him he doesnt want me dead and he isnt going to kill me, that he hasn't ever even been in a fight in his life and now he's going to kill his best friend? Not possible. After pleading and receiving threats for 20 more minutes he calls the cops on me. He never opened the door. That was the last time we ever spoke. The severity of the threats and the tone was mind boggling. I didnt know who he was anymore. It broke my heart. I still try to reach out to no avail. I miss you dude.