You failed him, Jino said.
Janet couldn’t hear Jino.
She loved Jino, trusted her, would never fail her bestie of two decades.
He just needs the right woman, Jino said.
Janet never suspected Jino meant herself.
Betrayal would have been nothing, such a small thing to overcome if Jino was nobody.
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She didn’t have to mock her friend. The plotting, betraying liar didn’t have to further destroy her friend. He’d ended it. Again. She didn’t have to kick her friend. She didn’t have to avoid the clear exits. Right things to do are often the smallest.Why didn’t she just leave?
Everyone watched the man sobbing. One woman held his hand. They muttered and sputtered around.
Sheesh, look at him in public office and all. That’s the end of his career.
Another woman shouted, Are you people crazy? He is not a criminal, it’s just mental illness!
Don’t think keeping quiet erases your crimes. The memories are as etched in my mind as if you had actually taken a knife and carved them directly into my grey matter. Despite hollow justifications, there will be no righting your criminal commissions against my heart, a pounding small matter.
Your hands are in every treat I eat, your voice in every merry I hear. Your face in every card I write. Carols choke my heart, albums in my mind so silent in the night, I can barely bear up. Christmas without you will never be a small thing.