They say the truth hurts more than a lie, and maybe that's true—I'd rather she had lied to me her whole life than know the truth about her betrayal, or at least that's what I thought. I heard somewhere that there's none so blind as those who won't see, and I'm one of those who won't see what's right in front of me.

I don't know if I'm a fool who points a finger and rashly judges her as the worst woman possible, or if I'm a fool who's just looking for an opportunity to escape. The only thing I know is that I didn't listen to her, and I lost her.