February is the season of love as June is such for flowers

Jealousy

Brown guilty eyes and little white lies. Scott had always fallen for it, always allowed himself to be played like a pawn.

And trading jackets. His were warm. They smelt of him. Clothes worn so many times his shape had been carved and moulded into it. Scott couldn't have gotten enough.

I'm so caught up in the news of likes me and who hates you. It was in every page of his diary since the incident, anger and regret boiling deep inside of the cyanette.

It's like we never even happened. The thought circled through his head every time he saw the blonde, looking as if heartbreak wasn't a concept in their lives at present.

One heart broke. Four hands bloody. Because it wasn't just Jimmy, it was her so stupidly perfect and made for him that Scott almost handed his ex over.

You've moved on, found someone new. He cried himself to sleep at night for the harsh reality of it. Jimmy was never going to be his again, not now, not ever.

Am I pretty? Am I fun, boy? Because was he? Scott didn't know anymore. Not when his lover had torn his reality into pieces to make his own better with someone new.

Tried so hard to be everything you liked. Yet she was everything he loved. It was an upgrade the cyan-haired male could see through the darkest rooms and smallest places. Jimmy's smile was far wider. He was happier with her.

We fell out of touch. And he hated that they had, because the relationship between him and Jimmy was perfect, until it had started cracking at the seams.

And you're probably with that blonde girl. She was pretty and kind and perfect and so much more for Jimmy than he could ever be.

Jealousy, Jealousy.

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