It's painful.
When you see the woman you love with another man, it hurts.
So bad.
It's even worse when the other man is your brother.
It fills me with pain to see them together.
It hurts even more to know they're perfect for each other.
When I first met saw her, I mistook her for the one I'd loved centuries ago. The one who was so innocent, yet so mischievous. So beautiful, yet so ugly. I loved her at a glance, and I thought she felt the same. But after she'd left, her doppelganger appeared. She was the opposite of what she was. She was kind, thoughtful, and beautiful. Yet she still loved my brother.
My brother is perfect for her. Their personalities fit, and as much as I wish it was me, I know it's not meant to be. They're supposed to be together.
But it still hurts.
It gets really bad when they ask me to do something.
They think they're helping me, but they're making decisions as a couple, that benefits them.
They don't even realise they're doing it.
They just do.
And I feel horrid when I do it wrong, in the slightest hope it'll make them break.
But it doesn't.
It pulls them closer together, and pushing me away.
Its like hell for all my sins.
And I can't stand it.
