You feel bad, like, terribly bad.

You knew how Bill built up the courage to confess his love for you, only for you to reject him, just to get with his twin brother, Tom.

It’s been months, having to see him around the twins house when you visited Tom, catching him stare at you with those lovesick but upset eyes when you cuddle with Tom.

Tom didn’t know about Bill’s feelings, he probably liked you around the same time as he did, guess they never told each other that they liked the same girl, now it’s sickening for Bill to watch you hang out with Tom, wishing it was him instead.

You were at a party with the twins and their friends, you clung onto Tom as he held onto you, drinking and everything, all while Bill was standing in a corner, slumped as he held a half-empty cup of alcohol.

He’s so hopelessly devoted to you.