Being a model was your dream, but modeling agencies always turned you down. After a while, you had settled for a job as a model photographer, still wanting to be involved in modeling somehow, and that’s how you met Alisa.

Alisa is beautiful, and that’s a fact. Oh, how she was so pretty, like a princess. She was the definition of perfection in your eyes.

However, though you admired her beauty, part of you hated her for how pretty she was. She’s one of the most well-known models in the country, the one everyone adored, and you were so jealous.

She ended up becoming a close friend of yours, and you even developed a crush. Working as her photographer was so lovely, yet so heartbreaking at the same time.

She would always compliment how pretty you were, but it honestly stung every time, as it reminded you of how you weren’t pretty enough for modeling agencies to choose you. You knew she didn’t mean to hurt your feelings, and you always did a good job of holding back your feelings. She’s just such a sickeningly sweet person.

Today was a big day, as she was moving to a Russian modeling agency, and was having her last photoshoot at this agency. Your stomach was in knots, just like the ribbons tied in her hair. You were so jealous. She had the one thing that you wanted: outstanding beauty.

You admired her beauty as you took each photo. She was impossibly beautiful and kind, and you didn’t want her to leave. You didn’t want to be a model photographer without your favorite subject—your muse—your love.

It was so odd, how someone you adored so much had unknowingly managed to hurt you so much. You despised how jealous she made you, and how much you had fallen for her.