Regret

She saw the regret clearly in the body of what was once her best friend.
The dead body.
She remembered the last time she'd seen her.
Alive.
It had been in the hallway.
She'd had been with her new friends.
The reasons why she was now dead.
The girl had stared at her former best friend until she looked up.
That had been when she'd seen the regret.
She already knew the words the old friend was about to speak.
She'd heard them so many times lately.
But the friend was already in to deep.
The girl looked away.
At the thing that had drove them apart.
A shirt.
A harsh color that reminded of how it had all changed.
A deep, dark, angry red.
That represented who the former friend was.
She heard the words.
I'm sorry.
They seemed to echo now as she stared down at the body.
And she felt nothing.