Hurting Hearts

I started walking away. I heard him jump up, jogging after me, catching me by the arm. “Wait- please Becky. Please just let me explain.”

I spun around to face him. The pain on his face was tangible. “What’s there to explain Robert? That you had sex with my best friend? That you stabbed me in the back, completely ruining any relationship we ever had? And all for what? For what, Robert? Just for a quickie?”

“No, no! Becky, it wasn’t like that, I swear! I still care about you!” He looked down at the frosted ground again, almost bashful. “You’re like my sister.”

“You’re sister?! What the hell, Robert? You’ve been my boyfriend, what how long? And how long have you been lying to me, huh, Rob? How long have you been secretly wanting my best friend?”

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