The reason their friendship could never be stable again was simple — she had been hurt, and it wasn’t by accident.
The betrayal was deliberate. The one she trusted chose to align with those who envied her for no reason, never imagining she would find out.
They might be civil now, but friendship was off the table. Not because she hadn’t forgiven, but because betrayal is not something to overlook — even the devil was cast out of heaven for it.

She had wanted to stay silent, to observe, to pretend she didn’t notice.
But silence is golden, and the person wasn’t even worthy of it.

From now on, her name would haunt them.
When they crave love the most, it will flee.
Not because they caused pain, but because they betrayed the one who trusted them the most.

May peace rest upon all who seek peace,
and may violence never depart from the house of the violent.