A Moral Love

Jealousy Jealousy

Hey y'all, I know it's been a while but I've overcome the  challenge of conflicting ideas and found my inspiration. Just a forewarning, today's chapter is slightly vulnerable, I just want y'all to know that I felt it really important to Luna's character, she deserves justice and to be just as vulnerable as she wants to be. So enjoy and I hope you all have a wonderful week.

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MangoSandPenguinoS

Ch.5 Jealousy Jealousy
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I had always found people interesting, everyone had a story to tell, hardships to deal with, and passions to pursue. It's why I chose to become a doctor. I pursue the medical field with a fiery curiosity because I know that I can help so many more people than who helped me. And ultimately it is why I chose to sit across from this sickeningly gorgeous man in front of me, just for coffee. I wanted to know him, his stories, his Kryptonite.

But no needles or surgical procedures have ever made me as nervous as he seems to, what do you say to a man you barely know or even worse, happen to be somewhat attracted to. Hi?

As I watched him across the room, while he waited for our orders, I observed. I observed how he would check his watch like he had places to be, but it was nothing more than a nervous tick; I stared as he observed his surroundings with such a starch confidence and key assurance that he seemed to be the only one in control. He held the room in the palm of his hand without even realizing it, and not for his exciting personality, but more for how he held himself, so reassured and insightful. The least I could acknowledge was that his face helped a little. As I finally took my eyes off of him, I glanced around the room and observed that I was more than correct on my working theory. Every woman, married or not had taken a glance at him, at least once; be it for his looks or the expensive shoes he wore, I would never know. But I scorned it, the feeling that they also wanted to figure him out, burned me.

I hated jealousy, from the times when I had it for someone who had a good parent. I hated jealousy, because all I could find myself to be jealous of was not the newest shoes or prettiest girl; but of the pretty girl with the newest shoes who had a loving mother and a tethered father, someone who stayed. I hated jealousy, because I couldn't find anything to be jealous for, but what I never knew and every child deserved.

So how was it that I found my own jealousies for something so trivial, I mean they were just looking and it's not like he belongs to me.

I felt the hair on the back of my neck stand up and my face flush as my consciousness begged the question. Did I want him to be?

My head screamed no, but my heart sped up like a car getting closer to its destination. How could I possibly consider something so outlandish and ridiculous, we didn't even know each other. Attraction was one thing — but a connection was a whole different ballpark. Of which I was watching from the stands far away from any romantic chances. I was leaving in a week and a half. There was nothing to consider, sometimes I truly believe my mind works against me.

It had been only a few minutes of my chaotic dilemma, but it felt like hours of my head spinning. Every time he was involved it seemed like all morality went out the window and yet a tiny piece of me enjoyed that fleeting adrenaline.

I watched as he made his way over with our drinks, not even acknowledging any gorgeous woman with a glance. He's fascinating and that will definitely be the end of me.

As he sat down he looked up at me, his face staunch but his eyes sparkled like fine whiskey of the years of experience he held malleable. Of what, well that was anyone's guess. Which is why it's no surprise I was so keen to dig into that.

"You're quite popular aren't you, Elijah" I began as I took the coffee with a thank you.

He grew puzzled. "What do you mean?"