The acid begins to climb up my throat. It's not real of course, but I feel like I could vomit fire. Maybe the anger slowly taking over my heart could turn me into a dragon. The thought makes me laugh.

The look on her face goes from apologetic to confused. Oh, how I wish I could put my knuckle so far into her face she goes cross-eyed. But I can't.

The love I used to have for her, quickly transfered from my heart to my shoulders, weighing me down.

My knees buckle forcing my to fall to the floor as I watch 2 tears soak into the carpet.

When did the most love I've ever felt for anyone, become a burden? A crushing burden. A crushing weight on my shoulders.

The anger I have. Can revenge be the answer?

The grief?! How could she do this?

But... the love. The love for my best friend. The love that will never die down. The love that will always be there, but can't stay the same.

I know, deep down, I will never be able to look at her the same again. I love a stranger. I love the murderer that just stabbed me in the back.

I've never felt this way before. What is this feeling?!

Hopelessness?

Hysteria?

Oh.

Betrayal.