thirteen: j e a l o u s y .

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"disliked, yes. hate is a strong word." she takes another puff, ignoring me. i want to fling the cigarette out but i don't. focusing on my lips so that i don't speak my mind, i fill them with a brush. the feeling of j e a l o u s y crawls onto my skin, leaving a poisonous trail of goosebumps. the powdered layers control the green-eyed monster that is roped inside me.

bridled.

inside.

of.

me.

no. i was better than her, no amount of seducing would cover that. that i was sure of.

turning back to angus, i brush away the insecurity.

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