He was striken with guilt at what he had just done. It was an act of ultimate treachery, the worst kind of betrayal possible and every bone in his body screamed in agony. He never knew he was capable of such deceipt. He paced back and forth in his room, his heart pounding in his chest, his pulse racing. He nerves were raw and as the image of his oldest friend floated into his mind, he wanted to scream. What had I done? He thought. He had willingly sent his friend to his death, and for what? For a woman who did not love him, who could never love him. As the sun set outside his window, the magnitude of what he had done struck him. He crumbled to the floor and wept.