This one's for RiverCorey1224, I loved writing this one bc it's my OTP, but still it kinda killed me. At the end you'll probably know why ;) Hope u enjoy!!

(The whole story is written from Dave's point of view, it just fit better)

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I'm gonna describe the worst and biggest misunderstanding that I've ever seen and heard from. This misunderstanding changed my whole life, because it was between my two best friends, Richie and Jon. Hopefully I won't start to cry again when I tell you this.

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As soon as he walked into the room, I saw the sorrow in his eyes. He didn't say anything through the whole practice, he only looked at his guitar and sometimes drank something out of his glass. I think it was water, but you never knew, because Richie had a really strong temper. But I could tell that something was wrong.

After we were done with the practice, I got over to him and embraced him into a brotherly hug.

"Hey Rich, what's wrong man?"

I pulled away and eyed him worriedly again. First he just stared at me and then he mumbled something, tears striking his big, chestnut brown eyes. I couldn't understand anything he had said, he was obviously drunk. And in about ten minutes we would play an unplugged concert live on MTV for the whole world to see. How could he get drunk before something like that?

Sadly it wasn't the first time. I knew that Richie was an alcoholic and had big problems fighting against it, but I also knew that he was a beautiful person with a strong character and a very romantic and charismatic side. He had depressions, almost everyone knew that. Most of the people I knew, thought, that he was over them already. But I doubted that. He always seemed to be so happy around people, but when he was alone, he broke down and drowned in his low self-esteem. He had no reason for that in my opinion, but he was so deep in it already, that it was extremely hard to get out of it again.

Anyways, Richie didn't talk to anybody before the show and I was worried out of my mind when it finally started. Richie managed to act like he was sober pretty well, but I could tell that Jon knew that there was something going on by the looks he was giving Richie. But he didn't say anything, because Richie sang just like everyday and played every song without any mistakes. Then, when the concert was almost over and we played Hallelujah, I glanced over to him and saw the tears trickling down his cheeks. He tried to hide it, but it was obvious. Thank god that he didn't have to play the guitar in that song, he probably would've messed it up. Richie just turned his head in a direction where the spotlight didn't make the tears prominent, and shook his fluffy brown hair in a way that it covered his eyes a little more. Then the concert was over after another song, causing me to sigh in relief.

I left the stage as the last person and wanted to go into the bathroom, but it was locked. After knocking a few times, I suddenly heard a muffled cry of pain out of that tiny room. C'mon Dave, c'mon... You have to get this door open in some way... Again someone cried out in pain. Wait, that was Richie's voice! In panic I checked out the walls of the hallway I was in. Window, door, window, door... extinguisher! I quickly grabbed it and ran back to the bathroom door, hitting its lock and its doorhandle one time, two times, three times, four times with it, before the door finally swung open. What I saw, made me almost scream.

Richie laid flat on the floor, weak sobs escaping his slightly parted lips. His eyes were closed, but tears still ran down from them. And there was blood, so much blood... Then I noticed a bloody razor blade in his right hand. No! I ran over to him, carefully picking him up and leaning his back against the wall, his head falling onto my shoulder and his eyes opening halfway for a short time before they fell shut once again. In panic I looked for the reason of the blood. It was seeping out of his sleeves and colored them in a bright red. Carefully I rolled them up, the sight making me gasp. Richie had cut his arteries on both of his forearms. He was trying to kill himself. The realization hit me like a ton of bricks.

"Rich, stay awake! Please!"

My voice was shaky and tearful and I tried to dial Jon's number on my phone. I needed his help more than ever. Finally I heard his soothing voice and calmed a little down.

"Dave, where are you?"

"Please help! I'm in the bathroom behind the stage, Richie's here too. He tried to kill himself and cut his arteries, so can you please call the ambulance?"

There was silence on the other side of the line for a moment. I could tell that Jon had to swallow that information first. But finally he spoke again, his voice fearful.

"O-okay"

After that word was said, I hung up and took off the tie I was wearing, wrapping it tightly around Richie's forearms. He winced in pain, but that was the only way to keep it from bleeding more. The following minutes felt like hours, but finally Jon bursted through the door and stopped in his tracks as he saw me and Rich sitting there.

"Fuck"

He quickly got over to us, crouching down in front of Richie. "Rich, please be strong", he whispered and a desperate tear ran down his cheek.

"Jonny..."

We watched wide eyed how Richie slowly opened those big brown eyes, pure pain and sorrow in them. Jon gasped silently and laid one hand on Richie's cheek, wiping the tears away.

"God Rich, why did you do this?"

Richie just batted his eyelashes, tears trickling down his cheeks again. Suddenly he said something, his voice at a cracked whisper.

"I... I can't do this anymore"

Jon gently tilted his head to the side and rose one eyebrow, mutely already saying the words he said next.

"Why can't you do this and what can't you do?"

Jon's arm wrapped around Richie's shoulders as he took a deep breath, closing his eyes again.

"I can't see how happy you are with Dot anymore"

Richie's words caused me to get mute, I couldn't bring myself to saying something anymore.

"Why?", Jon finally whispered, making Richie gulp.

"Because... because I love you"

Richie then blackened out, his body falling back against the cold wall.

"Rich! Rich, no! Come back!"

Jon started to cry desperately as he took Richie into his arms, burying his head on Richie's chest. Then there was a knock on the door. I finally managed to get over to it with shaky legs, opening it to reveal an ambulance team.

"Mr Jon Bon Jovi called us and told us there'd be an emergency in here", one man said, he was probably the main doctor. I could just nod and step to the side, letting the ambulance team in. They directly rushed over to Jon with the blacked out guitarist in his arms, both being shaken by the desperate sobs of the singer. They quickly took Richie from Jonny's arms and laid him on a stretcher, putting a strap around his waist so he wouldn't fall. They then rolled the stretcher outside, me and a desperately crying Jon behind.

We were both allowed to come with them and sat down at one side of the stretcher with Richie on it. Two nurses cleaned his bleeding arms and wrapped a thick bandage around the cuts, Jon watching with tears in his eyes. Then they put something which looked like it was made out of rubber around his thumb, it connected Richie to some pretty important seeming machine. On the machine there was a little monitor where you could see a green line going up and down. It was a machine which measured Richie's heart rate. And suddenly something happened.

The green line on the monitor only went down and not up again. The nurses panicked, putting and oxygen mask on Richie's expressionless face and trying to reanimate him by massaging his heart through his shirt. But it was too late.

"I'm sorry for your loss"

Those words caused tears to fill my eyes as I reached out to Jon and took his hands in mine. An expression of pure pain was written on his face and I could tell that he was close to breaking down. But then he said those words, those words which meant so much, his voice shaky and silent.

"I loved him too"

But we both knew that it was too late for love.