I can only imagine what it would be like...

As she withdrew the knife from his back, still dripping from blood, he finally realised that the betrayer has finally become the betrayed. He fell to the ground and the whole world trembled. He wanted to turn around, to get one last look of the person holding the steel weapon, and as he mustered the strength to gaze over his shoulder, she was already gone. He wondered if perhaps she was never really there to begin with. But then, where did his wounds come from, and more importantly, who inflicted them? 

I think congratulations are in order. You are by far my biggest disappointment and I guess you were right all along. I hate that I care this much, and that you were able to catch me by surprise. You were supposed to be the one person I could really count on through all of this. You were supposed to be the one who would understand unlike anyone else. And the fucked up thing is that until now I believed you were. It just goes to show how much I still have to learn about people. That's what I'll take from this - a lesson. I guess I should be thanking you, and maybe one day I will, but tonight I shall mourn the friendship lost, and the opportunity for forever, destroyed.