Two Ghosts

Woman

Kornelia is tired. No, Kornelia is exhausted. She has just opened her bedroom door after a long, gruelling day at school, only to find that her Taylor Swift Folklore lighter (her favourite thing EVER) is missing from it's usual place. This was obviously the work of her fuckshart of a brother. Probably using it to light a joint. Little shit.
"Oh well", she thinks to herself, huffing as she discards her rucksack and flops onto her bed, "I'll just wait til he's out to steal it back".

You see, outside of Kornelia's gorgeous, brilliant, amazingly intelligent best friends, her life had very little going for it. The same monotonous routine, same lack of a social life, same tentacle erotica, day after day after day. She just couldn't escape the hell cycle that was her life. Possibly her only escape was Taylor Swift.

"Taylor Swift," Kornelia thought, "is the most gorgeous girl imaginable. Her bright, sparkling eyes! Her perfect, luscious hair! I am so thankful to have been born onto the same planet as such a perfect specimen!" But, as you'll find out, this is where her issue started.

Recently, the grammys aired on TV, and a man named "Harry Styles" had given a questionable speech about how rich, white, straight males like himself don't usually get this much attention (love the lack of self awareness bbg), which had caused a cheeky little uproar amongst twitter users. Now, you may be wondering, "what has this got to do with Taylor Swift or Kornelia?", well, let me tell you! Kornelia had previously actually had a mild dislike of Harry, whether it be laughing at the skittle being launched at him or making fun of his poorly put together outfits, she had always been more of a hater. However, after the speech, Taylor had apparently defended Harry, which had snatched Kornelia's attention - Taylor's word was practically gospel!

From then on, Kornelia had grown obsessed with Mr. Styles and his silly little outfits, much to the dismay of her friends.

But regardless of that, she is still laying meaninglessly on her bed, overcome with despair and exhaustion after a long day at school. What could she do to feel better? She groans with exasperation as she rolls over to find her laptop.

She'll just search romantic comedies on Netflix and see what she can find.

She scrolls aimlessly, not actually paying attention to any of the films as her mind wanders, distant from the task at hand. Further and further away until...until it finds Harry Styles.
Apparently he's with Olivia Wilde. Really happy too, the media says. She knows it's selfish, but she hates seeing her with him. Hates watching their closeness - holding eye contact for just a bit too long, brushing fingers as they walk, fleeting glances across crowded rooms.
She knows it's stupid. She knows it's selfish. Hell, she knows he's way out of her league. But God, she hates seeing them like that. Her jealousy howls like a beast, screaming terrors in her head until she's left empty. But there's nothing she can do.

Woman.