Betrayal

There's nothing worse than seeing the look of disappointment in your best friend's eyes.

I didn’t mean it. Really, I didn’t. It was all I could do not to break down right there at the table. Your eyes painted with betrayal. I don’t know how I can fix this. How do I tell you that it was just an impulse? I hadn’t meant to break your trust, your heart. Honestly, I didn’t know it would affect you this much. There you sit, despite my notions, starting at me like a statue; Medusa’s unwitting victim. You haven’t blinked in at least two minutes. I took this too far. Maybe, if I just…. but then you go to speak.

“That was the last French fry.”