You shouldn’t be jealous. He’s not yours. But how could you not, when he’s hugging another girl who was faking her saddened emotions to get attention from him? He didn’t even seem like he cared, nor felt bad. But the jealousy bubbling in your Stomach made you think otherwise.

Nicolas gave a solemn grunt, before letting the girl go. Not saying a word to her, before moving away. His eyes narrowed and heavy with tiredness. He moved to your side, and nudged your shoulder with his own, signaling you to follow after him to continue to run the daily errands.

The tag he wore, the data ‘A/0’ engraved on the metal flashing in the dim sun. His boots heavy against the dirt road of the city streets.