This is meant to be from Dib's point of view. Reference to suicide. Once again, very short.
The feeling of betrayal is a horrible, horrible feeling. The pain of having someone reach into your chest and slowly begin to crush and rip apart your heart is unbearable. The fact that, despite your hurt and loss, you'd be willing to go through it all again layers onto the ever growing wound until there is absolutely nothing left. Nothing left in the empty spot where your heart had once been, nothing left to fuel the toxic emotions that tried desperately to stay alight in your mind. The blinding fire of all his lies have demolished everything you once were, every word he had spoken leaving new paths of destruction each time you remember them. The lonely voice claws at you from within as you begin to realize just how meaningless you were without him. How foolish you had been to stay oblivious, yet how blissful your ignorance had been.
And then, when you know just how empty it had made you—when you finally realize the nothing you had deteriorated to—it slowly guides your shaking hand over the hilt of the gun you had once swore you would never use. It gently nudges your no longer hesitant finger over to the trigger, applying just enough pressure to seal the fate you knew he would always lead you to. And, finally, betrayal kills you.