I left the house in silence that day.

I walked in the brisk winter air, quietly and quickly to my apartment. I never spoke to Bryan again. I didn't go to Annette's funeral, either. I tried to tell myself that it was because I was overcome with grief. Maybe I just didn't care.

There was a lesson for me in this, but even now I'm left unsure. Why do we take for granted anything we have in abundance, and value things we cannot have? Why do we put our trust in something as unmeasurable as the love of another? Why are we willing to sacrifice so much for such an ephemeral prize?

The worst part is, Annette may have unknowingly proven that Bryan was right.

Have you ever been taught a lesson?