Achille's smile

Chapter 5: The Jealousy

An hour passes, and yet, guests continue to arrive sporadically.

I see this girl enter the room. I recognize her immediately.

Believe it or not, it was her. The girl I had been jealous of for two years because she had stolen the person with whom I had imagined all my future life plans.

What were the odds we'd end up at the same party?

I know it's her because I saw their conversations on Messenger. I knew her name and, consequently, what she looked like.