Samira was sitting on a bench in a park, her eyes fixated on a young couple who were sitting on another bench right in front of her. She was glaring at them with an expression filled with jealousy, her hands clenched into tight fists and her knuckles turning white. She muttered under her breath, "How dare they be so happy, so content, so in love? It's disgusting. I should be the one having that, not them."