Betrayal. Such a flamboyant word.
What would you do if you walked past the person who hurt you the most lately, stabbing you in the back with her chubby, clumsy hands? I guess the most elegant option is to stay my ground, lead the conversation, smile, be polite and say farewell soon.
Should I mention what she cowardly did to me? Should I lie and say I'm glad to see her? Once you get to fake smiles, the rest comes easy.
I deeply hope she regrets what she did and didn't do to me, all the hurtful and bitter remarks she couldn't even tell me face to face, not even in a phone call.
Whatevs.
And this is the last time I'll forget her. I'm sure I will.
