The Wicked Witch of the West and the Wicked Prince of Winkie country, they deserve each other, but try as I might it doesn't make me feel any better – being betrayed by the people closest to you can do that – a night that was supposed to be my happiest gone horribly wrong.
The next day, Nessa is dead; the loss of another friend brings tears to my eyes. Then she is there, the one that hurt me most, coming to pay her last respects. I am still bitter, I lash out. What she returns is infinitely worse,
"He doesn't love you and he never did, he loves me."
I slap her.
By DeeplyShallow
Cheated again, the quote in the middle isn't in the word count, but trust me it's hard enough to fit this in 111 words.