Finn cried out. He stared at the face of his childhood best friend. It was a face full of betrayal. He was gently shaken awake by the girl at his side, his wife.
Amanda was woken only a moment before by her her husbands now all too familiar cries of his best friends name.
Finn could feel his hands, warm, wet, sticky, with blood, but as he was nudged awake he found that his hands were dry, lacking the red that he had so clearly felt. He was trembling and his face was streamed wet with tears. Many a night, since that day many years ago, Finn was haunted, reliving that dreadful day over and over again in his sleep.
"Finn," Amanda said tenderly as she placed a soft hand lightly on his shoulder. Before she could even attempt to say something to comfort him, Finn spoke in a shaky voice that was so faint she could hardly hear him.
"I killed him Mandy..."though he was now awake his tears did nothing to cease,"I never got the chance to tell him I was sorry. He doesn't even know that I thought it was... The look on his face... I can still see the look in his eyes... He died thinking I betrayed him, and I'll even get to tell him otherwise." He let out a muffled cry.