Kiss, Marry, Kill

Prologue

They were on opposite sides of the street.

It wasn’t right.

Nothing should have been able to separate them. Certainly not him.

Then one of them yelled something I couldn’t hear. But I didn’t need to. Their body language said everything.

It was dark. It was quiet. It was fast. I wasn’t sure it deserved to be, but there’s only so much one can control. We do what

we can. We make our choices. We have to let the universe handle the rest.

So we did.

And he died because of it.

Even though all of us saw, none of us said. Because secrets are like oxygen. They give life to friendships. And honestly,

should it be any other way?