*Warning: This may not fully fit the prompt. It is an excerpt from a short story of mine. It is really dark-themed.*

YESTERDAY:

“Do you trust me?”

I was suddenly immobilized. No matter how smart a person is, there is still a question that ranks number one in difficulty. I held my breath, trying to figure out my words.

“Yes. I do trust you, Tanner.”

His breath came out heavy.

“Are you sure?”

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Tanner looked me dead in the eyes, my reflection glinting off his eyes as he backed up towards the Apocalyptics and pulled out a gun. His eyes staggered over to Haven. I was suddenly hyper-aware of the distance between Haven and me. I heard a pop, and I reassured myself I wasn’t dead. The bullet didn’t shatter off my porcelain skin, but of the skin of the woman I called my best friend.

I should have said no.