It was a Saturday morning when the letter arrived. Snuggled in with the cable bill and an invitation to a summer wedding, the long envelope looked innocent enough.
She opened it with a smile on her face noticing that her dear friend's address was on it. Surely this was something fun. Just days before the two of them had walked and talked, finally saying those things they often never could before. She eagerly tore the envelope to see what she had written.
Joy slipped quickly to sadness as she read the curlicued script. "You are so bitter. You have such animosity," it read. "You hurt feelings."
Trembling, she put the letter down, half of it unread. Shock faded into despair as she realized she never really knew her friend afterall. Tears blurred her vision and she stepped away from the letter as it hung halfway off the edge of the counter.
Inside, she felt her stomach lurch with fear, trepidation, knowing her confessions were no longer safe - knowing her friend deceived her confidence and did not care for her afterall.
The phone beeped. It was time to meet someone else, someplace else, some other commitment for the time being.
Wiping the tears from her face, straightening, she grabbed her purse and ran outside into the sunshine. Surely she could feign it for another few days until she could deal with this.
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