She Doesn’t Know.
I know a secret she doesn't know. He made me promise not to say what he did, in fear of my best friend's heartache. I know what I saw and I don't know if I should say. Perhaps more than he, I don't want her to fall, to drown in pain and feel misused, betrayed. If he cared about her heart and about her at all he wouldn't make me promise not to say. He wouldn't have to because there would be nothing to say.
Yet, how could I say it and see through her eyes her entire world crumble? How could I be the one to crash the hammer against the beautiful home she built? She shouldn't be with someone who feeds their selfish desires in unspeakable ways while she walks a path of flowers adorned with selflessness and purity. But should I say it? Should I be the one to shatter the glass? It wasn't me who betrayed her, but him.
To keep a secret or to say it. To keep the secret to preserve her heart just a little longer. To say it to pull her away from someone who lies and cheats.