Done

Walking a fine line is hard. Not rocking the boat is even harder, especially when you've been stabbed directly in the back. I'm to blame now and I'm not surprised. It's always someone else's fault.

She's being erased. Erased from my life as if she never existed. When I am betrayed, when those that I love are betrayed, you disappear. Poof. Gone like a cloud of smoke on a windy day.

Good riddance.