They danced. Their blue cloaks fluttering in the wind while their swords flashed in the darkness. The cry of battle echoed through the night. The houses along the streets were dark, only the moon bathed the streets in it's light. As the men pit their strength against each other, their pride and their beliefs, only one figure stood apart. Hiding in the shadow of a building, the small figure of a girl.

I scoffed.

Did she really think she could fool anyone with that?

Even as the battle raged on, the scream of metal on metal, the dying screams of men. To a bystander, it was easy to see that the girl was protected. The men in blue cloaks fought with their backs to the girl, preventing any enemy from reaching her.

Why did they bring her in the first place?

As the last man fell, the men in blue stood triumphant, the girl rushed forward to meet them. With an air of weariness, but walking with pride, they depart. They crowd around her, asking her wellbeing… as if she did anything.

As I watched them leaved, the cloaks fluttering in the dark. My heart was pricked with jealousy. I pushed them away and locked the longing and yearning deep inside. No. It's not right and pointless.

To be jealous of someone who only exists in pixels.