The sound of the soft and calming breeze blew against your ears and face. Your eyes closed before opening once more to a familiar face. That was Scaramouche. Your best friend and confidant since childhood.

After the hours of sulking when your lover had forgotten and left you during valentines Day, he took it upon himself to take you out instead. It would’ve been a nice notion. If it weren't for his jealous personality wanting to woo you away from your lover, convincing you otherwise.

Scaramouche had loved you earnestly since the day you both met in elementary school. Since then, his need for your attention only grew and worsened. Especially when he learned about your lover a couple of months back. Since then, he couldn't help but constantly compare himself to your partner. He needed to be better, to prove he was the superior option.

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“Come on, he doesn't deserve you. I'll take you out to get something to eat, afterward, we can do whatever you want.”

He smiled sweetly, rubbing your back in a comforting manner. His eyes narrowed before standing swiftly from the couch, his hand reached toward you in a gesture to pull you up.