It's not your fault

It's about eleven o'clock at night in New York. Alex is laying in bed jerking off to porn. All of a sudden his cell phone starts to ring. He's hoping it's not his sister, Regina. He sits up in bed and stretches his arm and picks up the phone and looks at the caller ID. It's his best friend Zoey. Quickly he picked up the phone.
"Hello?"
"Alex?"
"Yeah"
Zoey starts to cry.
" my friend just committed suicide. We got into a fight and forty five minutes later he killed himself."
"Zoey I'm so sorry."
Alex feels helpless. He's lost many friends to suicide, but he feels like he doesn't know how to help zoey. It's as if the only thing he can do is show sympathy. It's hard to help Zoey because she lives on the west coast and he lives on the east coast. There isn't much that Alex can do to help Zoey.
"How did he do it?"
"What?"
"How did he kill himself?"
"He hung himself."
Zoey keeps on talking about how bad her week has been. Alex knows exactly how Zoey feels right now because he's lost five close friends to suicide in the past two years.
"Alex?"
"Yeah Zoey?"
" I'm going to go okay. I promised Kayla I'd call her back."
"Okay."
"I love you Alex,"
"I love you too Zoey."
"Bye."
"Bye."
Alex hung up the phone and just sat in his bed in the dark. He wanted to cry but the tears just weren't coming. He laid down and said a prayer and tried to think happy thoughts. As he started to go into sleep he repeated to himself that Zoey will be okay.