I froze in my spot.
"Give me a hug!"
How could she? How...could she? Did she not make the connection? But, she had to, right? I stood, in shock. My heart froze before I felt the stinging pain. I couldn't look anymore. I just wanted to get away. Suddenly, I felt the need to look behind me. So, I did. They were kissing. My heart shattered. I wanted to cry, yet I wanted to stab him in the neck. That scum touched her! But she's mine...right? I found myself looking at a small operation knife. Was it here this whole time? And, why has no one else noticed it? I picked it up, inspecting the blade. It was beautiful, untainted, unlike her. He tainted her. He ruins everything! I will rid his existence of this world, his meaningless existence. I laughed quietly, stalking towards them. They were too busy to notice my presence. I jammed the blade into his neck, smiling sickly. He looked at me, eyes wide. She did, too. She was scared. I smiled at her, digging it further into his throat as he screamed in agony. He deserved this, he deserved worse, though. This was mercy, considering what I wanted to do. She began screaming my name.
"Stop, please! Stop!"
But, I couldn't stop. I just wanted him gone. I just-
"Are you coming?"
I blinked looking at her. Another daydream? Too bad...
I nodded, smiling, "Yeah."
She hooked her arm in mine as I did the same. My heart felt like I'd been stabbed. I didn't want to talk anymore, not to her. It hurt, a lot. She hugged the one person who hurt me the most. And, now, she had hurt me. She seemed apologetic, now anyway. She'd finally made the connection, but it was too late. The damage was done, and it couldn't be repaired. I just, I'd been paranoid before, thinking they were friends. Then, I thought they weren't. They are, though, and my heart was broken. It's stupid, I know. But, I just felt so hurt. So...betrayed, I felt like three years of friendship had just...went to waste. I guess they did, they didn't mean anything to her. That was fine, though. Once we parted, I never looked back. She was tainted, for good. Even if I tried to maintain a friendship with her, the only thing I'd see is them, hugging. I couldn't get over it, I just...couldn't. She had betrayed me, and nothing she did could ever make it up to me. Three wasted years. I looked around as I walked, spotting someone who looked familiar. It was her. I looked away, feeling the betrayal I had before. I just couldn't let go, there was nothing to let go of. It was just a scar, a closed-up scar. So, when she walked by, I stared ahead, looking at the people in front of me. She didn't even recognize me, she didn't care. She never cared. I was nothing to her, right? All of this was just another dream. She never died, not in real life, but in my mind and my heart. She was dead to me.