How could a person console another, all the while knowing they were the ones hurting them the most?
It was a mystery Fil couldn't wrap her head around in the beginning.
She had known Marianne even before graduating from the university. They had been good friends since then, watching each other make it in life. They knew each other's secrets — big or small. Fil trusted Marianne with all her heart and soul, knowing Marianne would always be there for her as her best friend.
Yet, while consoling Fil, hugging her so warmly and gently, Marianne had been holding a knife on her back. No wonder people called it backstabbing.
If this wasn't called evil, Fil didn't know what to call it.
"Fil." Marianne slowly released Fil, cradling the latter's hand. "I'm sorry this happened."
"Why are you sorry? It's not like you're the reason for our breakup."
"I know, but I still feel sorry."
