Her hazel eyes, her perfect hair, the way she moved so flawlessly.

Staring at myself in mirror, trying to become perfect. Trying to become Sofia.

It was sickening to look at myself, sickening to look at her comparing myself every time. She was so gorgeous, like a complexion of perfection.

It was always Sofia, never me. Even my own boyfriend thought so. Or maybe was that because Rafes first love was her?

Why did I love Rafe, I knew he still loved his first love. But it wasn't fair, he's my first love.

Sofia was like an angel-angel Sofia, that sounds nice, didn't it? It was killing me, thinking about how stupid I was compared to her.

No matter what I did, I could never compare to that level of pretty.

Jealousy was such a weird thing, I hated it. Yet I still felt jealous, I couldn't stop. It wasn't an addiction to look like her, I wanted to be perfect.

Everything she did was perfect, she was kind, sweet, gorgeous, like she was a taunt.

I know I shouldn't care, I didn't even know her. She's just Rafes ex. But an important figure to his life. Unlike me. It felt like a bullet in my heart, just thinking about her.

Watching Rafe hide his phone away from me, angling it away as he admired those pictures of Sofia still in his phone. It was obvious he still loved her, and he'll always.

I had no one, Rafe wasn't one to notice my feelings. Just sofia sofia sofia planted in his mind.

"Are you ever going to love me like her?" I asked, immediately freezing. I shouldn't have said that. I should have kept quiet, I knew the answer was no.

I wasn't quick enough to stop my heart from breaking, instead I just made it worse. I stared at Rafes face, silently hoping for reassurance. Not even the answer to my question.

Just wanting his love.

Rafe’s eyes flashed with surprised, not knowing what to say. The way he stared at you, and the way he stared at Sofia.

There was a difference.

“{{user}}, you know it’s not like that-“ Cut off, his voice struggling to comfort you.