Mentally Cheated by a Lesson of Life

Have you ever witnessed your bestie filing a police report just because of a relationship issue that came to a term that one has to end their life?

Just to clarify: No, Grey (my four-year partner-in-crime) was not in a relationship-life crisis. It's one of his friends. 

Long story short: Al and Yv, who both Grey knows, were in a relationship. Al found out Yv was seeing others and caught red-handed, they quarreled, and settled in a weird term. That was not all. Yv kept seeing others over the course of their relationship that Al had became very overprotective and wished his partner could "report" his whereabout and agenda. 

Al (and sometimes Yv) would have a chat with Grey whenever they quarreled. As time went, Grey grew tired, mentally tired, tired of hearing the same drama Al and Yv had over and over for months. 

Grey vented to me often, I mean, we humans gotta get some breather, right? I listen, I provide feedback based on self-experiences. I may be a realist. They could be hurtful sometimes yet constructive. 

Not until when shizz got real. Yv proposed a breakup, and Al asked to commit himself for good. Grey called me for assurance in the midst of this shenanigans. 

“謝謝你，我先走了 (Thank you, I'll take my leave).” We panicked. We sat for a solid 10 second before Grey called the police. I feel so helpless. I share their feelings, their frets, yet I could only sit there, starring at the phone, deep in thought, doing nothing. No sooner he finished the report than he killed the call with me. 

Now we wait.

...

And guess what. BAM! PLOT TWIST!

To put it simple, it was just *another* not-too-serious talks of Al, nothing happened, unsure if the cops have interrogated any parties, things back to normal. 

Now, the question is, how would you feel if you were the one who made the call as you cared for a friend of yours who "said" to end their life nonchalantly, turned out to be a false alarm? Imagine filing your first ever police report in life. I have no rights to comment more on this matter but I do (at least trying to) stand in his shoes. 

Guess I may or may not have cared too much on this matter, oui?