Who's the tall man you ask? You can decide!

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Envy

Tom

Tom leered at them from the car.

They were standing close together in the doorway and the light from the inside of the house cast a dark shadow on the gravel outside the house. The pair were laughing and talking quietly.

'Look at the git. What does she see in him? The only difference between him and me is money. I may not have much to offer her, but no one can love her as much as I do'

He looked longingly at her profile.

'Sybil Crawley, I'd love you forever if I had the chance.'

His longing was replaced with disgust when his eyes fell on the man standing with her.

'You could never treat her right. You don't want her love, just her money. I would love her until the end of my days. You don't deserve her love. All you would want for her to do for the rest of her life is to confine her; make her into a machine that gives you an heir. I would never do that to her. I would let her roam free. I would let her live the life she wants to live.'

The tall man leaned closer to her. Tom turned away and gripped the steering wheel, hard.

There was no way in hell he would watch his Sybil be kissed by another man.

He could feel his blood boil and his temperature rise. He could feel the bile coming up, but he fought the urge to throw up. He wanted so badly to run up to that stupid git and punch him in the mouth. He wanted to scream at her for choosing the wrong man. He wanted so badly to show her that they were meant to be together.

But most of all, he wanted to run. Run as far and as fast as his legs could take him and let the tears fall.

Tom saw a shadow move and the other shadow retreated into the light. He looked up again and saw that the tall man went back inside. He could tell that Sybil was in the best of moods. She practically ran to the car. Tom couldn't stand it. He got out from the driver's seat and violently slammed the car door. He stomped to the passenger side door and opened it as she came up beside him. He was sure his grip on the door handle would leave four indentations once he let go.

"Hello Branson!" She said with a bright smile. Her cheeks were burning red and she was out of breath. "How was your evening?"

Tom bit the inside of his cheek until that familiar metallic taste flooded his mouth.

"Fine milady."