A pain filled moan left her lips "Ahh..." a cough followed "Uuuuhhh..." as the cough became more violent I could hear her heavy breathing. “Umgh” I opened my eyes and looked down to my best friend, only to find betrayal shining in the middle of her amber colored eyes.
"I'm sorry" I whispered, "So, so, so sorry I had to do this..." more violent coughing could be heard as more blood filled her lungs "you know I would never do this, but I really didn't have a choice!" my shaky voice begging her to understand my choice, to forgive me for this unforgiving act "I know what I did, no, am doing, to you is wrong, but you're a threat to the person I love"
I took a deep breath, trying to collect my courage, to look in those sorrow filled eyes "Now don't you l-look at me like that, it’s my own fault I fell in love with a madman." a bitter laugh left my mouth "He's not flawless, as far from that as you can be actually, but I fell for him anyway. And now... now I don't know how to stop. I don't even know if I even want to anymore. But now is not the time for petty talk about my life." I say with a bitter laugh.
Tears were flowing freely down her pale cheeks, her breathing slow and shallow "I don't deserve your forgiveness, but I ask for it anyway. It's selfish, I know. But I need you to forgive me. I need to know you understand. I know you can. And besides you would do this for your loved one too. I hope you would otherwise he might be a little angry." A small sad smile appeared on her face. "So I beg you to understand, and to forgive this sinful soul." she took a deep breath lifted her head a bit as if to say something but then she fell back to the floor. Her now faded amber eyes closed.
"No, no, no! This can't be happening, please God don't let her die, not now, please, I need to hear her answer...!" my voice broke at this part "...please..." I whispered, while hot tears fell from my eyes on her deathly pale cheeks.
"I forgive you, you lovesick fool..." a weak voice whispered beneath me. I looked at her and saw her smiling at me with forgiveness, understanding and something akin to pride in her eyes. "I'd do the same.” she whispered, and closed her eyes for the last time.
And I screamed.
I hugged her close to me, and hold her there for a while. My black button-up shirt became soaked with her blood. But I didn't care. In that moment I finally realized… I just lost my best friend, and I'm never getting her back. "I'm sorry, so, so, so sorry. So sorry..." I kept repeating, sitting there for who knows how long. It could’ve been minutes, hours, days or a whole eternity, but none of it mattered.
I brought her home sometime later, put her down in the soft blue and bronze chair, her favorite book, next to her on the coffee table. A cold glass of tea was resting on it, left there in a hurry to get to me, after receiving my 'important' call. I covered her with a blanket and lit the fire in the fireplace. Leaving my own key on top of the book I turned around and looked at the door.
They will know I did this, but they will never understand, not like her, and I don't even dare to hope they will forgive me.
So with a last look at my, now forever sleeping friend, I leave the house, knowing I will never come back, that I will never be able to come back. I chose this path of life for myself, chose my loved one over the friends I knew my whole life. And this is the life I will live from now on. So, with a hole in my soul, and blood on my hands, I stop to look at the house one last time and disappear.