We were going home. I was with my friend. I can feel the tension, well at least for me. i couldnt take the stress so i put it out through a cigarette. just after i lit one up, she asked me, "Did she spent the night at your place?" I know i have to be careful on everything i will say to her, there was so much scenarios playing at my head. Nervously i said, "Who?". She looked at me with confusion, "My girlfriend." It was so hard not to tell the truth when you can see your friend in pain. It was so difficult for me to shut up when i know something-- something i promised i wont say. "Ah, yeah she did." My friend felt it, i know she did, she frankly asked me, "They were together yesterday, right? Tell me. The truth." There was no point in lying, so i took a deep breath and told the truth, "Yeah.." I felt it. I felt her heart breaking into pieces. This isnt the first time. but seeing more of it, breaks my heart too. She looked away from me, tears dropping. The pain was too much. She gripped the steering wheel, screamed and stared hitting it. I couldnt do anything but be there. I looked at my hands and the cigarette was almost finished.