"What did you say?" I tried, Christian, to make my voice cold, but it came out as a whisper. A broken whisper. As broken as I was that moment, as broken as my best friend looked.
"I was with him, when you two got together," she said again, stronger this time. I crumpled to the floor. I couldn't believe it, I wouldn't... I didn't want to.
"But-but-" I couldn't even form a cohorent sentence. My thoughts were jumbled.
It was towards midnight of our wedding night that this happened. She was with Adrian, now, of course, they'd been together for a while.
I'd pulled her aside when she'd disappeared for a while. I'd asked her what was wrong. She didn't want to tell me, and after I knew the truth I wished she hadn't either.
She'd snapped at me, finally not being able to keep it in any longer.
"When you slept with him that first night, at Andre's birthday, we'd been together before! We were a couple, Rose," her voice was whisper towards the end.
Why, why, why?
And she told me everything. How Avery and him were suppose to get together, how everything Avery had said was a show.
Everything had, hadn't it?
I wondered if you loved me at all?
I knew you did. I saw it in your eyes every day.
"Go. Away," I hissed, I wanted her out of my eyes. I didn't want to see her. She silently, and crying, walked away. I was in the grass, not caring that my dress was getting dirty.
How more tainted could I get?
I felt his arms envelop me. He was there again, once more. There to comfort me, and catch me, when you hurt me, again. When you left me alone. When once more, you'd broken my heart.
I smelled his aftershave, I inhaled it, I let it calm me down.
Maybe that was when it started.
Does it matter, though?
It happened.
It's done.
And it hurts.
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Sorry it's short!