There is so much hatred flowing through me. I don't like this feeling, the feeling of anger and rage seeping through my veins. I can't stop it though and I shouldn't stop it. I have every reason to curse him to death, but is violence really the answer?
Do you what is the funniest thing about betrayal? It never comes from an enemy. To be betrayed, you first have to trust. And trust... trust is a weapon. A weapon that pierces through your soul deeper than any other, a weapon that can destroy the proudest warriors. That was my mistake; I trusted.
The wounds of betrayal. Sorry, the scars of betrayal never heals. It crumples you, crushes you, destroys you. The pain was unlike any others, instead of the searing spear in the back which I can tolerate, the real pain was the feeling of how everything you believed in crumbles before you. I could take pain, I was trained to. I wouldn't mind a spear through my body by any other soldier, but this particular spear from this particular friend really brought me to my knees.
My mind plunged into a state of confusion. It was too fast. I couldn't comprehend what just happened. I refused to comprehend what happened. I simply won't believe that the same spear I used to save his life was going to end mine.
Back to back, we stood. Promised to never let our guard down and to always have each other's back. Promises must be kept, right? So why did he turn on me? Why would he do this to me? Was it money? Was it a girl?678Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnt2SQjePNc
Something was for sure, the scars he gave me that day still stings to this day, and I shall never forget
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