Jealous

by sleeeepy

She does try. But it's never enough.

Jealous.

She tries.

But she's always thinking.

Wouldn't it be so much easier to just die?

To just… leave everything behind?

To crumple, and know nothing, to be so blissfully ignorant?

To let go?

She can't.

She has to stay.

She has to be faithful. She has to be loyal.

She tries not to, but when she sees someone die, sees their life slip gently away she is jealous. Insanely jealous. And they think that she beats her hands on the wall, and tries so very hard because she can't be to see them go.

And it's right. Partly. She can't bear to see them leave without her.

And so she tries, again and again. And one day, she'll be able to let go.