Lost parts of the memory part. 1

Two persons standing on a crossroads. Staring at each other. No sign of letting go. Hold their breath. Inhaling. Exhaling. It's raining hard. The wind blows like katrina storm. They are counting from one to infinity, waiting for the right time to make a move.

"how long will you stand there?"
"what about you?"
"it's none of your business"
"so the same goes for me"
"shit, you're truly annoying"
"cut the talk, what do you want?"
"....."
"spit it out, motherfucker"
"what? you call me motherfucker asshole?"
"so what are you if you aren't?"
"shit, yo always know how to raise the atmosphere"
"so, how long it has been since that day?"
"10 years, 4 months, 26 days, 6 hours, 45 minutes"
"whoa you have one hell of a memory there"
"sure i have"
"enough. Tell me what do you want. i don't have much time"
"I think i'll take the challenge"
"Are yo sure about that?"
"Yes. Very nice and clear"
"Do you realize the risks?"
"I understand that clearly. i have no intention to quit it"
"That's your problem. All by yourself"
"What?"
"You always took decisions by yourself. You never care for the others' feelings"
"I have nobody"
"Yes you have"
"That wouldn't change my decision"
"If that's what you wished for, then so be it"

One man walks away, leaving the other completely alone on that dark, cold crossroads. emotions stirred into an unimaginary level. Confused by the sudden change of his friend's mind. Soon, He'll lose a friend. Closest friend.