last to know ★ dovittaria

jealous

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SAGITTARIA was laying on her bed, impatiently tapping the pen against her cheek, like she always did when she was mad, sad, or frustrated. In this case, she was all of those things. Sagittaria couldn't take it no more — she just could not conceive altogether what she was doing wrong. Why couldn't she make Dovima love her? Was it because of her life? The things she did? The people she did or didn't hang out with? Sagittaria couldn't give it up — it was too hard to forget Dovima, trust me, she had tried; plus, taking into account the ways her parents had raised her and her sister, the blonde was usually used to getting what she wanted. However, everything she had gotten this time was confusion and a broken heart.

''Dude, I'm just a girl with a crush on you!'' Sagittaria said aloud, though softly, as she continued to play with her pen; this time, tapping it against her song notebook. Great — not only was Sagi emotionally perplexed, but she was also mentally perplexed at the moment, since she was in the middle of a huge era of drought of ideas. Sagittaria would never, ever realize it, since she was often so hard on herself, but she had a true gift when it came to songwriting; thus, although what she had was scarce, it was excellent. Some valuable lines from the beginning of a sentimental ballad that perfectly reflected how Sagittaria had felt during the past God knows how many days.

I'm sitting here, alone up in my room

And thinkin' about the times that we've been through

Oh, my love

Sagittaria read her writing, and slowly bit her lower lip, trying to think about what else to add, and how to get inspired. She began scanning her whole bedroom — it had never been anything too exciting, and it was definitely much more dull in comparison to Dovima's. But anyhow, it was Sagittaria's bedroom, and rightfully so, it had her very own touch to it. Minimalistic, simple, tidy... Dovima's nightmare, as Ivana liked to describe it, and Sagittaria agreed with it.

Sagittaria was on the lookout for any possible object that could bring inspiration to her writing — and when I say any, I mean any. It's fair to say that Sagi was a very romantic girl, and that her room reflected her spirit very well; but she too had every piece of useless junk and miscellaneous trinkets, which she swore she was going to find a purpose for, when in reality they were just silly heirlooms she didn't want to get rid of. However, Sagi was a smart girl, and she had a very interesting, unusual mind, and her power was that she could always manage to get sudden revelations and quick brainwaves for her songs from all that so-called stupid stuff that lied all around her room.

Yet, there was one treasured possession in particular that Sagittaria held dear, and it wasn't necessarily an idle tchotchke. Sagittaria got another one of those aha moments, and quickly dug inside the first drawer of her nightstand to look for her cache. She pulled it out, and held it in between her hands, as always, as she deeply nailed her eyes into the framed picture of Dovima, Ivana and her, that Sagittaria kept next to her bed.

I'm looking at a picture in my hand

Trying my best to understand

I really wanna know what we did wrong

With a love that felt so strong

She just didn't get it — was she the stupid one here? Was she missing out on the truth for being so unbelieving and skeptical? All of her friends told her day and night about how Dovima only spoke wonders about her non-stop... Seems like she had it all to believe Dovima liked her, right? Well, she had it all, but Dovima herself, since she yet hadn't done or said anything of what Sagittaria's friends commented to her, before Sagittaria's very eyes; so how could she believe her?

If only you were here tonight

I know that we could make it right

That's when Sagittaria felt a quick yet sharp impulse to do something that perhaps she shouldn't do, because the feeling that came with it was selfish; but no one was seeing her, so what difference did it make? Plus, Sagittaria no longer cared about anything — she had gone to great lengths to do everything possible to capture Dovima Nurmi's attention and, although she wasn't going to give up until she did, she was beginning to get tired and frustrated.

Without giving any more thought to the matter, Sagittaria lightly placed her thumb over Ivana's smiley face in the picture, leaving only herself and Dovima in the picture, both so joyful, and Sagittaria looked so good next to her. Just seeing the act of seeing these two, and the thought of possibly having Dovima for herself, without having to worry about anything other than their happiness made the blonde smile, and shed a timid tear which ended up crashing against the clear glass of the black frame.

'Cause living in a dream of you and me

Is not the way my life should be

I don't wanna cry a tear for you

So forgive me if I do

And just to think this whole tearful scene was unfolding at the same time as, in the other room next to Sagi's, Ivana and Dovima were talking and laughing loudly, completely incredulous of Sagittaria's situation.