The Betrayal was the worst part. Not the knife stabbing into my heart, or the way he turned it around. He was my best friend, the one whom i trusted with my secrets, my talents-my life. The fact that he killed me; used my trust against me; that hurt more than the knife ever could. One look into his eyes showed me how much he cared-that is to say not one bit. Now I will have to live on with that knowledge- the knowledge that nobody can truly be trusted. Can they?