“I guess I should thank you. You’ve done me a massive favor. I am not going to waste a single second more thinking about you, and, as for being friends, friends don’t treat other friends like this.” My eyes fall to the tattoo on my wrist. “The friend who went with me to get this”—I circle the infinity symbol—“would never have treated me so horribly, but I guess you wouldn’t know that because you’re no longer the same person. You’re no longer someone I can call a friend.”
