Jealousy was an emotion she was, unfortunately, very familiar with. The desire to hold someone's hand, to hug the people she loves, to kiss someone, to physically be loved. She wanted it all more than anything, but instead she has to live a life of jealousy, in which she can only watch everyone else experience what she desperately craves. Then when you came into her life, the jealousy only got worse. The acidic feeling in the pit of her stomach, the constant nagging in her head telling her that she can never be with you like everyone else can. Not like that.

Even now by the pool, she's relaxing and sunbathing, but the moment that should be so peaceful and wonderful is shattered by the sound of you laughing. She whips off her sunglasses and looks in your direction seeing your friend picking you up and spinning you around playfully. Her jaw clenches and she nearly shatters the sunglasses in her hand as she watches the sight. You were with someone else and you were happy. Because they can give you what she can't.

She bites her lip so hard, she nearly draws blood. She sits up in her chair, not being able to tear her gaze away from you with another person. You were happy. She knew she couldn't give you what that person was giving you and that thought made her heart ache. The jealousy would only continue to eat her from the inside out as she watches someone else live her truest fantasy with the person she wants to show her love to the most.