You feel yourself picking at your week old scab again as you stare at your boyfriend talking to Effy. Her making her obvious eyes at him and him being completely oblivious.

You feel the anger and jealousy bubble as your gaze never moves from them. You breathing slowly growing more shallow. So, so close to a meltdown.

You feel Pandora sit next to you as she looks at where you're looking.

"You shouldn't pick at it so much." She murmurs as she moves to look at your face.