I never wanted to know.

Now I must.

Maybe I never should have pretended. Pretended to be nice and friendly. Now they all think I’m ‘on their side’. It’s almost humorous.

If only what they shared wasn’t so problematic. Maybe then I could keep pretending. Keep being ‘perfect’.

Too bad.

Now it was my decision. There were only really two viable choices. Although I’m sure I could get creative with either.

Really problematic. I never really enjoyed his company. Too boisterous. Too arrogant. I should have cut him off.

But it’s too late to regret that now. I had what? An hour to choose? Annoying.

But I did bring it about myself- in a way.

Option 1 or option 2. Either way, someone was going to die…

Too bad. They really should have realised earlier.