He watched them. He watched their gentle hands connect with each other.
He watched their eyes, glancing lovingly at one another. He watched them laughing together.
Ouch, that one hurt.
He looked at himself. He was crying. He was shaking. No, he wasn't laughing.
Ouch, that hurt, again.
He wanted what they had. That they didn't care what others though. That they were together 24 / 7. That they always laughed around each other.
Ouch, again, it hurt.
He realised he couldn't have what they had. He couldn't kiss the one he wanted. He couldn't dance with the one he was promised. He couldn't laugh, not anymore.
Ouch. Will it stop?
One week, it stung.
One month, it hurt.
One year, it ached.
One decade, it throbbed.
And as for the future, it's going to be torture.
He looked down, four fresh wounds. Amongst all the other scars he had.
Four cuts every year. Since the day they met. Two for the one he loved and two for the one he envied.
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𝗧𝗿𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗸, 𝗺𝗮𝘆𝗯𝗲 𝗳𝗮𝗶𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴
RandomTake caution when reading , some may have triggering topics included or implied. Some are kinda rushed aswell
