One of the things I hate is lying, but at some point in life, if that is the only thing to save a life, then there are no issues with lying. I believe someone who lies cannot be trusted. No matter how small the situation might be, I hate lies with passion. But on this day, I have no other reason than to lie. I mean, if I don't, something bad will happen to someone I care about.
So it happens that when we are at the university, there is this friend of mine. She loves to play a lot. Although he's stubborn and doesn't care, this guy can trouble your life to any extent. But the fact is that he only troubles people that he loves. Meanwhile, he just doesn't fight for no reason; you must have passed your boundaries before he fights you.
So here is what happened: My school is full of cultists. And not just ordinary cultists. These guys go ahead and kill each other. I mean, they don't care. Wasting life was so easy back then in school.
I once played with a guy, not knowing he was a cultist, over a mere loaf of bread. As we are joking and making fun of each other, I realize I am the only one making mouths, and he's not making mouths. He actually meant what he was saying. This guy has charms all over his body. I was so afraid. Since then, I've always been minding my business.
So here is what happened between my friend and this other cultist guy. It was just a football game on this day. But the two of them were opponents on that day. Of course, we aren't in the same set. These guys senior us with one year. So we are going to play against them because they are going soon. So the match was going smoothly; it was the second half, and my friend entered the pitch.
Funny enough, the second guy also entered the pitch in the second half. They continue the game. We put a lot of pressure on our opponents just because they were so good, and we wanted to make history for the first time. No one has ever beat this guy. So as the game continues, that guy marks my guy, and in the long run, he steps on him, which makes him angry. To be sincere, the referee ought to take it as a foul.
But the referee ignored it. They kept on playing. And the second time, the same thing. At this time, he can't take it any longer. So he retaliated. He did; he's one back, and the referee doesn't ignore it. Which means the referee knows what he's doing. My friend was so angry. And the other guy keeps shouting at him. They both threw hands for a few seconds. The referee gave him a yellow card.
To cut a long story short, my friend boiled till after the match.
Immediately after the match, my friend looked for both the referee and the guy and fought the two of them. This fight turned into something else: they keep throwing anything they see at each other. The other guy, who happens to be a cultist, tells my guys he's going to see his hand soon.
We thought it was just a fight. Until I heard the plan for how they were going to execute my friend from a reliable source, this simply meant they would kill him.
I can't doubt it. Guns are everywhere in my school, and that won't be the first time they will kill people on school premises.
To not let that happen, I had to lie to my friend and tell him that I had a dream about him making peace with whoever he's fighting with and never engaging in fights so that he would not die anytime soon.
Of course, he believes me, and that is the only way for me to make him feel at peace. Believe me. I never regretted doing that. All I did was save someone's life. And I did not bother to tell him. I just want my friend to be fine.