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Its not Okay - part 2

When this ex of Dobby texted me out of the blue, all those warnings I gave Dobby, all those times I told him not to play with people's emotions ran in front of my eyes. It was too late. Had I been friends with him at that point, I would have given him a tight slap and asked him to apologize for what he did. But I knew that he wouldn't, as he was busy with his new love interest.

This Ex had tried all the means to talk to him. But he simply ignored, while this guy had been troubled after the break up, and came to me as a last resort.

I tried to settle down his ex, and told him to move on. But, he had other plans, he wanted to take revenge on Dobby and I wished he did not. I spoke to him calmly asking him to go for professional help, and my heart went out for him, cose he had gone into deep depression. Every time he spoke about revenge, I would ask him to forgive and forget. I had my own issues with him, but I wouldn't want to hurt someone for whom I had cared for at one point. I had to save him.

But things went out of hand when his ex secretly exposed him to some of his friends, which I came to know a week later. I wish he had not done it. But what was done, was done. My heart sank when I heard that Dobby thought I was part of it. After all those times I had convinced him not to harm, and all those times I tried to save him, he made me look like a bad guy. Even more was all the fair warnings I gave him, for taking people for granted. It was the easiest for him to do, blame me for everything and play the victim.

Revenge is never the answer, It wouldn't settle us down. In fact, the real revenge is to ignore, forget and move on to live fully. Karma would do its job and from what I saw in this case, it hits those people how much ever you to try to save. I still wish I could have saved him from getting exposed that way. I wish I never came to know about it even if it had happened. 

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