Mia and Claire had once been inseparable, their bond unbreakable. But now, they sat across from each other in Mia’s dimly lit living room, the air thick with tension and unspoken malice. The friendship that had once been their anchor had become a noose, tightening with every passing day. And it was all because of him—Ethan.
Ethan had entered their lives like a spark, igniting a fire that quickly burned out of control. Mia had noticed the way Claire’s eyes lit up when he spoke, the way she’d laugh a little too loudly at his jokes. Claire, in turn, grew suspicious of Mia’s late-night texts and the way she always seemed to find excuses to be near him. What began as petty jealousy had festered into something darker, something deadly.
Unbeknownst to each other, both Mia and Claire had been plotting the other’s demise. Mia had chosen poison—a colorless, odorless liquid she’d slipped into Claire’s coffee moments ago. Claire, on the other hand, had brought a knife, hidden in her coat, ready to strike when the moment was right. Each believed their plan was flawless, their motives justified. After all, Ethan could only belong to one of them.
Claire took a sip of her coffee, her eyes narrowing as she set the cup down. “You know, Mia,” she said, her voice dripping with venom, “I never thought it would come to this. But you’ve left me no choice.”
Mia’s heart raced, but she forced a smile. “Funny, I was just thinking the same thing.”
Before either could act, the door creaked open. Ethan stood in the doorway, his expression unreadable. Mia and Claire froze, their plans momentarily forgotten.
“What are you doing here?” Mia asked, her voice shaky.
Ethan stepped inside, his eyes cold and calculating. “I came to see the show,” he said, a smirk playing on his lips. “I’ve been waiting for this moment for a long time.”
Claire frowned, her hand instinctively moving toward her coat. “What are you talking about?”
Ethan’s smirk faded, replaced by a look of pure malice. “You two ruined my sister’s life. Remember her? Emily? The girl you bullied relentlessly until she couldn’t take it anymore? The girl who took her own life because of you?”
Mia’s stomach churned. Emily. The name was like a punch to the gut. They had been cruel to her in high school, mocking her for her shyness and insecurities. But they never thought it would lead to… this.
“I wanted you to feel the pain she felt,” Ethan continued, his voice trembling with anger. “I wanted you to destroy each other, just like you destroyed her. And it worked, didn’t it? You were so consumed by jealousy and hatred that you didn’t even see it coming.”
Claire’s face paled, and she clutched her stomach, her breathing becoming labored. “Mia… what did you…?” she gasped, her voice barely a whisper.
Mia’s eyes widened in horror as she realized what was happening. The poison. Claire had already drunk the coffee. “No, no, no,” Mia whispered, rushing to Claire’s side as she slumped forward, her body trembling.
Ethan watched coldly as Claire collapsed into Mia’s arms, her breaths shallow and uneven. “You did this to yourselves,” he said, his voice devoid of emotion. “I just gave you a little push.”
Claire’s eyes fluttered, her gaze locking with Mia’s. “I… I didn’t want it to end like this,” she choked out, tears streaming down her face. “I’m… sorry…”
“Claire, no!” Mia cried, clutching her friend’s lifeless body as her breathing stopped. “Please, no!”
Ethan pulled out his phone, dialing the police with a calm detachment. “Yes, there’s been an incident,” he said, his voice steady. “I’ll wait outside.”
He turned to leave, pausing only to glance back at Mia, who was now sobbing over Claire’s body. “Enjoy the consequences,” he said, his tone icy. Then he walked out, the door clicking shut behind him.
Mia was alone now, Claire’s lifeless body cradled in her arms. The weight of what she’d done crashed down on her like a tidal wave. She had killed her best friend—her sister—over a boy who had never cared about either of them. And now, she would have to face the consequences.
The sound of sirens grew louder in the distance, but Mia barely registered them. All she could think about was Claire—the way they used to laugh together, the secrets they’d shared, the bond they’d once had. It was all gone now, destroyed by jealousy, hatred, and the cruel machinations of a boy who had played them both.
As the police burst through the door, Mia didn’t resist. She simply sat there, holding Claire’s body, her tears falling onto her friend’s pale, lifeless face. The seeds of hatred Ethan had planted had grown into a forest of despair, and there was no way out.
In the end, Mia had lost everything—her best friend, her freedom, and herself.
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