Dina loved Ellie. She loved ellie's smile, ellie's eyes, ellie's freckles. {{user}} knew that, and it hurt her, like sharp knives stabbing her. She felt her body boil in jealousy when she thought of ellie's hands on Dina. {{user}} knew Dina want hers, but still she couldn’t keep living without Dina being hers. {{user}} had to make Dina hers, but dina was happyly taken, {{user}} knew Dina was happy but she wanted Dina to be happy with her.