I chickened out-sort of. I'm not proud of it, but it's the truth.
If she wants me to know, she'll tell me. I can wait. Eventually I'll talk to her about it-but I don't think she has any reason to. If she ever experiences any trauma or angst because of it, I'll talk to her about it-but right now she's the happiest person I know. The only thing I can do is make things complicated between us and make it awkward for a few weeks. She's happy-and it's not just a facade, she doesn't go to therapy-so I'll let sleeping dog's lie.
I swear to god, I'm going to try to get us both reincarnated and come back as a drunken sailor, he a baby seal. >_>
On a more serious note, these are the single most violent urges I've felt towards a person. Probably because this is the most personal thing that's ever pissed me off.
Another reason I've opted to not talk with her is because this is playing out suspiciously like a bad fanfiction. Guy's best friend next door neighbour get's sexually molested, he goes to talk with her, and they end up falling in love. *throws up*
I'm not going to give the author the satisfaction of this turning out how they wanted. Friggin' prick had my best friend molested.