"This is all my fault," she told her best friend in English class, no one paying attention to busy in their own lives, own dramas
He couldn't believe his ears and eyes. The strongest girl he knew, the one that was there for everyone giving the best advice anyone could ask for, cried out for help. The situation was bleak, everyone turning on the one who never turned on them. And he didn't know what to do. "It's not your fault, he asked you, he started it," he tried reasoning with her, but with everyone's point of view against hers, she couldn't believe him.
"It doesn't seem like it, he even said himself, he knew how I am," she let's out a pity laugh, "what the hell does that even mean. Knew how I am."
By now the tears were spilling out of her eyes too fast for her to stop them, so she stopped trying. He sat there, feeling sorry for the his best friend, that took the fall for the guy that started this whole mess. He sat there, not knowing what to do, as his best friend broke after taking the hit for him.
"He was the one to call you. He was the one to ask if you were busy, he was the one to ask if you wanted to do it again. This is his fault and you took the fall for him, " he tried reasoning, but she wouldn't believe him. With everyone believing she had been the temptation, it was easy for her to believe that too.
"That's not what it seems like. I agreed to it. It was me that he wanted and even though I should've said no, I still agreed," she cried, tears still falling, "it's no ones fault, but my own."
In that moment, he knew she was too broken for her to change her mind about what happened that fateful Tuesday night. He has caused too much damage for her to say anything. This is his fault.
Authors note.
Now, one week later. I know this is his fault. He caused it. Though it is equally mine since I had said yes, he had been the one to call. But it's in the last. It's happened. I lost a friendship because of this. Yet, I'm okay losing this friendship because someone was going to get hurt. They stayed together, and I couldn't be happier.
He knows who he is. So does the best friend. And I want to say thank you to my best friend, who might read this and realize it was him. Yes I do consider you my best friend because you know what happened. So thank you. And I want to thank him. He made me realize, our friendship was never just a friendship. It was better and worse all at the same time. I'm glad I realized this now.
But this is all in the past.
