The Game of Envy

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There's something about watching others living with things you don't have.

At first it seems to be this mix of hate and melancholy that burns through you, jealousy. This feeling of envy leaves people's hearts aching for what they can't reach, and when those very hearts receive the item or idea that made them envious it's bittersweet. Bittersweet like taking a bite into bakers chocolate. It's still chocolate but it's just not what you wanted.

Some special souls move on from jealousy. It's unfortunate that the majority of those 'special souls' simply gave up. A few lucky ones learn acceptance but still give up on reaching for what their hearts ache for, and the others are left to dwell in a pit of self loathing.

There are a few, a small population of people who skip these, who end up grasping what they want through luck and dedication. These people are the only true winners when it comes to this game of envy.

Purpled was a 'special soul.' He had learned to accept that orphans don't get parents, don't get homes, and don't get love or attention. He had learned to be okay with never getting anything on his birthday, to be okay with being alone and to be okay with others having everything he dreamed of.

He had taught himself how to fight back and how to steal. He had taught himself to be clever and swift. Purpled had taught himself to be able to run and escape, and how to negotiate. He had taught himself.

He had learned, had taught himself, that he was the only one he needed to care about. And despite this, he still felt bad.

Earlier that day Purpled had watched Sir Techno, the disgraced Pig Knight, run away from mobs of people while he tried his best to simply protect his son. Techno had almost been hit by massive stones, had fumbled through the town to protect that boy.

And Purpled felt bad. He wasn't sure why, maybe because the kid had done nothing to deserve that treatment. Or because the past was catching up to Techno and ruining his son's life.

It was always the past wasn't it? No one could ever just let the past be.

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A/N:
All Purpled chapters are written by my friend Dust, who kindly allowed me to post their work alongside mind.

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