A/N: For the Slash/Femmslash BC (knife) and the Femmslash Project.
Olive is beautiful. Olive is perfect. She's everything that Myrtle will never be.
Is it the sweet, innocent first love a young girl that makes Myrtle watch her? Is it hero worship, the need to lust for something that could never be hers? Whatever it is, Myrtle can't look away.
"What're you looking at, Four Eyes?" Olive sneers.
The words cut like knives. Myrtle turns her head, tears prickling her eyes.
Who is she kidding? She's nothing. She's no one. Olive will never see her as anything but poor, miserable, useless, ugly Myrtle.
Myrtle knows this. Maybe she even accepts it. But it doesn't stop her from wanting.