Worthy
When I saw them kiss, I knew I would hate them both. Their romance is like that of Edward and Bella from Twilight: so predictable it's boring. Zoe, the one-dimensional character running into the arms of Franken-Kyle as they proclaim their love for each other and it's rainbows and butterflies from there. I stiffen up when I see them kiss, when Kyle gives her more attention than I when we have our nights together.
Hell, he killed me for her.
"They're made for each other."
Swamp Bitch muses beside me, staring at the two as they enjoy the rest of their lives. Without me.
"Zoe is smart, pretty, humble, kind, and trustworthy. Kyle needs that kind of girl in his life."
All I want is for her to shut up so I can brood and seethe with rage in peace.
Their kisses make me sick, their happiness makes me bitter, their...love, makes me lonely. All I wanted was to get what they have. Was it too hard to ask?
"You don't deserve Kyle," Misty looks to me. Before I could give her a piece of my mind she wraps her arms around me. She rubs my back, kisses my forehead and for once, I didn't feel disgusted.
I felt safe.
She pulls away and strokes my face, wiping away the tears that crept out of my eyes. With that fucking smile, her lips touch mine and for once in my life, I don't feel empty. I clung to her, taking all that she has to offer. Everything seemed nicer, brighter. The butterflies in my stomach flutter, my heart beats and I'm happy. We pull away with a gasp, locking eyes. Her eyes began to twinkle when she said,
"You deserve someone better."
Fin