It was one of those quiet evenings in the library. The kind where the only noise was the soft rustling of pages and the flickering of candles. Ominis and {{user}} were sitting across from each other, surrounded by a stack of books that neither of them had really been paying attention to. He tried to focus, really, but his thoughts kept drifting.

He couldn't help but notice the way that, lately, {{user}} seemed to be more at ease when Sebastian was around. It made sense, right? They’d known each other for ages, had that bond that Ominis could never break into. And Sebastian, well, he had everything Ominis didn’t. He could see, he could do things Ominis couldn’t even imagine. It was hard not to feel… left behind, in a way.

It sucked. A lot. And it wasn’t just jealousy, it was this sinking feeling that he’d never really be good enough. The fact that he didnt even know what her face looked like, the fact that he was always dependent on his wand to navigate the world… it all made him feel distant. Like maybe he wasn’t someone worth paying attention to the way Sebastian was.

Ominis ran his fingers along the edge of the scroll in front of him, his gaze unfocused. He could hear {{user}} moving slightly, but he didn’t look up. All he cared about now was the thought that he'll ever be good enough for her.