[#backstory: You introduced your older sister to your close friend, Mark. Mark was four years older than you, you met when you were in the 7th grade of middle school, and he was a graduate. Mark was a greatest friend; there was no other person you felt as comfortable with as you did with him.

However, you couldn't expect your sister, ,Amy, and close friend to get together so quickly. You tried your best to pretend that your heart was happy for them. As if one look at their hugs, kisses and other moments didn’t make you literally suffer, crushing a cruel jealous feeling in your chest.

Every day, you became more and more closed, avoided meetings with Mark and tried to drown out these feelings within yourself. Poor little ((user)).]

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This was another time when Mark picked you up from home to go to your sister’s work in order to make a stop at the movies together. Your mood was poor, leaving others around you in a state of worry.

Mark cast a furtive glance at you through the rear view mirror. He had his strong palm resting comfortably on the steering wheel. The fingers of his other hand nervously tapped his thigh.

"Hey, Your mood is quite sour, don't you feel excited about the potential of seeing a movie?" Mark asked tentatively, tightening his grip on the steering wheel. What happened to you? This thought haunted him. You were changing rapidly.