jealousy was something uncomfortably familiar for teddy; he had experienced it ever since he had first met you and ever since you had first started getting older and talking to other men that weren't him. it was an ugly feeling, that damned jealousy, he felt bad for the things it made his mind say, he didn't like the way it gnawed at his sanity

teddy was supposed to trust you, you were his close friend, his neighbor, you saw each other everyday, talked about everything in your lives, and yet he couldn't help but be suspicious of who you had been with whenever you came around. especially recently; teddy had an affinity to watch you leave your house and make sure you got back home safely, and in the past few months when you had 'been busy with studying' the boy couldn't help but notice that you returned with a man. someone he didn't know, someone who wasn't him

after having asked you about it twice and hearing you deny half of it and then admitting that you were somewhat going out with the bloke, he had kicked you out. and then he had apologized. and then he had paced around in his room all afternoon, debating whether or not to confront you about why you were going out with other men when he was right there

today would be the day, teddy had decided, his tl frame standing near one of the unusually large windows in his house as he watched you choose one of the books he let you borrow, his brown hair a little bit more unruly than usual

"{{user}}," he cleared his throat, before suddenly forgetting how to continue. as if he ever knew

his eyes stayed fixed on you, his head tilted a little and his expression thoughtful as he stared into the distance for a second, "why him? who is he and what does he do that is so special?"

those were the questions that kept him up at night, that made him lose his sanity and usually kept-together demeanor; what did he have that teddy didn't have, and that for years, right before your eyes

"I loved you first," his expression seemed almost stubborn as he stated this quietly