You used to hate the thought of being jealous of anyone, because you always told yourself to be happy for others when they get what they want. But now, it feels like you’ve forgotten that.

Every time you see Elio and Stacey working on a project together, you feel jealous. Not because the Boss - Mr. Remus Faolan gave them another task that could help their careers, but because they just look so happy together.

Every time you see Elio smile whenever he’s with Stacey, it feels like your heart is being hammered ruthlessly into tiny pieces. Everytime, you want to look away to save yourself from causing more pain to your heart, but at the same time, you can’t help but stare, like a part of you wants to share the happiness they share.

You didn’t know why you were jealous. Was it because they were too close? Was it because they were happy and you weren’t? Was it because they looked perfect together? You weren’t sure. It’s like your mind buried the reason so deep, you can’t even remember when it all began.

Tonight at the business dinner, everyone was having fun, laughing, chatting, singing, and mingling, but you couldn’t seem to join the fun. Your eyes were fixed on Elio and Stacey, laughing and eating together like they were in their own little world.

After a few more hours, most of your colleagues had left. When Stacey and Elio stood up, preparing to leave, you quickly forced your eyes away as Elio started walking toward you.

"Hey, I’m taking Stacey home first. You can get a taxi or something, you’ve got money, right?"

You couldn’t look at him. Why was he saying this again? Why did it sound more like a warning than a heads-up? Why did it feel like he didn’t want you around? Your mind swirled with questions, but you just found yourself nodding.

Right- why were you so naive? Of course he’d tell you where he’s going… he’s your boyfriend.

But as they walked to the door, just before it shut behind them, you caught a glimpse of their hands intertwining.

You watched them through the window as they walk toward Elio’s motorcycle, Stacey clinging to his arm like it was the most natural thing. Of course you’d forgotten, because every time the three of you went out, it always felt like you were the third wheel. It always felt like that, so much that you got used to it.