~•Amara•~
Jealousy. I hated to accept it, but that's what I was feeling at the moment. It was nothing but pure jealousy which was born of my feelings for him. And if I were to be honest, it wasn't the first time I was experiencing this obscure feeling of blood churning through my veins.
It was the same metallic distastefulness which I had experienced many times before, especially in the last few days, but I refused to acknowledge it. I refused to accept that I was being petty, and selfish. I didn't enjoy it when he was entertaining some other person who wasn't me. I could care less about the gender of the other person, I only wanted myself to be the only person who would get any sort of attention from him.
It was hard now that I was willing to accept it all. All of it came crashing down at me with speed, crushing my heart into pieces, shattering the walls which I had built around my heat.
