Jealousy is such a terrible thing. Like a termite, it eats away at your foundations, and you never even know what it is up until the last moment when all the typical 'I'm fine's, and 'it's okay, really's come crumbling down around the empty hole inside of the wholesome looking shell. That awful gnawing pit inside of you that is sort of like a cross between the frustrated tang of relentless anger, and the bitter sadness of unrequited love; that is jealousy's warm way of introducing itself to you as that annoying burr in your woolly socks that gets caught and then refuses to leave no matter how hard you tug.
It sits there and poisons you, releases parasitical toxins into your mind that crawl into the very nuclei of your cells and burrow into your deoxyribonucleic acid and consume you from the inside out until all that is left is the bitter feelings of betrayal.
You thought he loved you. You thought she was out of the picture. You thought all those kisses actually meant something. That when he told you he loved you, and he let you wear his precious red scarf, and he held you tight in his warm embrace that you actually had a cold chance in hell. But it was all a lie. Because how could any girl compete with the Avatar? No matter how much make up you wear, or how deep your blade cuts into your skin when you're all alone at night and you can hear them giggling just a few meters away, you will always be second best.
Even when a pair of inquisitive child- like, sparkling green eyes watch you with concerned curiosity, it will always be the amber eyes that float in your mind and make your heart palpitate with a driving beat, a pounding tattoo of anger and regret.
For some reason, I just love writing angsty one shots. I'm sort of proud of this one. Hope people enjoyed these words that spewed forth from my fingers after a long hard day at work and my brain was frazzled by so many impatient, rude customers glaring at me and having to repeat the phrases "Hi how are you, how can I help you, would you like a drink with that, what kind of salads would you like, would you like some meats on your sandwich?"
GOD. I HATE WORKING IN A SANDWICH BAR AND I JUST HAD TO RANT.
Ahem. Sorry.
Until next time,
MashPotatoeSquishBanana :D