You see the exact moment that he shatters into a million pieces. It is the day he finds out that they are going to be separated for 4 years with only small visits in between.

The worst part is that you're happy they are going to be apart. The worst part is that they didn't even break up and he is already broken. And you can see the future where you know that she will break him more. She will end it and he will be destroyed. You know this; everyone seems to know this except him.

He never sees clearly when it comes to her. He never has. And he never will. And you try to make him see without telling him, because you don't want him to resent you for saying it, but he never sees. He is blind and she is the sun.

They are not healthy. He yells. She shrinks. She touches. He flinches. They don't kiss, but they comfort. They show affection by touching skin but never exchange their love with a tender embrace of their mouths.

If he was yours, you don't think you'd ever stop kissing him. But then your dream ends and you remember that he does not want you and he does not want to kiss you—ever.

They spend as much time together as they can. They don't want to waste a second of their time together. Sometimes you want to pause life and rewind and find out where everything went wrong.

You were so close to telling him you wanted him, loved him in way you didn't know you could. And then she came, and everything changed.

You still wonder if she knows he loves you—platonically of course. You still wonder if she knows that he is your best friend and you are his. You don't think she does. And you don't think she ever will.

You miss your late night talks where you two would bare your souls and cleanse your conscience. He used to tell you everything and now he tells you nothing, so you tell him nothing. He only talks to her, and when he talks to you it's about her.

And when he does, you realize just how difficult it will be to piece him back together after she has decimated him. There are already cracks and pieces missing that you know he won't let you replace because those pieces belong to her and those empty spaces are hers to fill—or abandon. And you know she will abandon them.

When you try to pick up his pieces, you cut yourself on the glass and get shards stuck in your fingertips. All you do is pull them out and stick a band aid on your bleeding limbs because there are more important things to be concerned about.

You are concerned about how he is doing. You wonder if he is taking care of himself. Or if he is just letting everything that once was leak out of his empty spaces and leaving him hollow.

You wish with all that you are that he is okay, that he will be okay. But you know deep down inside of yourself that he won't be. That he isn't. And that terrifies you. It shakes you to your core. Because how can you live a life when he isn't living his. How can you be okay when he so clearly is not. It's difficult. It is really hard. And you don't know what to do.

And you can't ask anyone for advice. They would just tell you how pathetic you already know you are. No one else should be involved in your turmoil and his mess. It would be unfair to them.

She treats you so nicely. She treats you like a dear friend. And you don't know how or why. You appreciate her kindness, and yet you hate her for it as well. How can she not see what she is doing to him. How can she be so nice to you and so cruel to him. And the worst part is that she doesn't even know that she is being cruel.

He is gullible. She is cruel. And you are bleeding. All of you are empty. Well, at least you are.

He doesn't want to say goodbye. She is all too eager. And you just don't want to lose him.

He is broken, about to be worse. She is intact. And you are struggling to pick up all of the pieces without staining them.

You see the exact moment when he shatters into a million pieces. It is the day he finds out that they are going to be separated for 4 years with only small visits in between. You try to hold him together as best as you can. You try to prepare yourself for the shrapnel that will surely shred your skin when it flies. And you wait for when it is truly over, when she ends it, and he thinks himself unfixable. You try to prepare yourself for when he crumples into nothing. And the worst part is that all you can do is watch it happen and hope you don't cut yourself too badly on the wreckage.

Fin.

I couldn't think of a better way to end it. I hope you all enjoyed this second installment of Jealousy. Please let me know what you thought in a review and tell me what you would like to see happen next. I think I will do one or two more chapters and then call it complete.

I hope y'all have a lovely day! See you later.

~MissunderstoodPoet~