Zane
Not gonna lie, but she wasn't that bad. Growing up, I saw her very often since our parents were pretty close, but we barely talked when we were little, so I don't know much about her. Though, I could clearly tell I wasn't in her favor as I usually was with everyone else.
The way she kept dead silent whenever others showered me with praises, how she looked at me with those piercing black, almond eyes, and how she never once shot me a smile at the very least. A feeling I immediately recognized but never quite felt before.
Jealousy.
Not that she had no reason to be envious of me. But I actually found that pretty interesting about her.
All my life, every thing I did was never left unnoticed, even my simplest achievements were something my parents wouldn't stop talking about. And it kept happening to the point where I started to get fed up, being the center of attention and always living up to everyone's expectations and all.
To think that there was someone else who thought of me differently in a way where I could