The dream

I had a dream last night.
More of a nightmare than a dream.
I was standing in a dark, small room.
A bed, a table and a chair was all that was in it.

A boy was sitting in the corner,
tears running down his face,
a picture in his hands.
I ask him: "What's wrong?"

He looks at me,
his eyes are dark and red.
He points toward the other corner,
a girl is sitting there, crying,
with the same picture in her hands.

I walk toward her and ask: "What's wrong?"
She looks at me with the same face as the boy.
They're both looking at me now.
Coming toward me with a glare.

I look at the pictures in their hands.
It's a picture of me and them together,
we're smiling.
And then I understand:

They are the people I left behind,
the ones I betrayed.
And all for what?
A guy?

No way, that could not have been me.
I wake up with a scream.
The boy is lying next to me,
trying to calm me down.

I can't believe I had that dream.
Because dreams usually come true
and this is something I don't want to happen.
My best friends are someone I never want to betray.