Jealousy killed her.
Fiction formed into fantasy and those fantasies evolved into her worst nightmares. Nightmares that ate her alive and licked her bones clean. Nightmares that let her bones sink into the middle of the ocean so there was no trace of her left. Jealousy that sunk into his heart and ripped the love out - the months, the memories, the future plans, they dissolved into the air. The perpetrators to these nightmares had lips dusted with sugar and eyes full of promiscuity. Temptation was a dark entity that took place in the curvy bodies of young women. These women had hair falling past their waists, skirts barely hugging onto their thighs, heels that made their legs look impossibly long, legs that made the eyes shift to the short skirt, and then the mind wandered into uncharted territory.
She was always there. She was always next to him in these nightmares, dressed in jeans and a sweatshirt, but it never mattered what she wore or how she looked - these girls were unmatchable, infinite. They would walk up to him in front of her and stare into her eyes, she would become paralyzed, and the perpetrators always knew she wouldn't speak, because she would never win. His straying always started slowly, slow enough that even when pieces of her would break off, she still wouldn't leave and would hold on to the past. He would see the girl across the room, and her eyes would be on the girl only. The girl would pull up her skirt flashing the side of her thighs and the frame of her behind to him. She would look to him and see him smiling at the girl, his eyes full of flirtation and intimacy, and her body would ache, she would feel sick, and her insecurities would shatter her. She would yell at him, and as always, he pretended he had no idea what he was doing - he loved the clueless card. She would be silent and he would kiss her cheek - the kiss was cold and the words were distorted, but she held onto them, she put not only her trust into those words but her body and soul.
She left the room and went on a walk to distract herself, to calm the painful thoughts stabbing at her mind. Somehow, she always found her way back to him, and the girl was always there. She was standing in front of him, but it was as if a wall were in between them, because him and the girl couldn't see her. They sat at a table, laughing and talking, the girl playfully brushed her hand against his shoulder, sliding it down his arm and guiding it up to his hair. His smile faded into a serious face, but not an angry one, a serious face that said he was done talking, that he wanted her - that he needed her. She leant in and kissed him, and he wrapped his hand around her hip and kissed her back. The kisses progressed into making out, and when they went to catch their breath, their faces ended up pressed against each other, nose to nose, and they began smiling and subtly laughing. The victim to this adultery melted, she wanted to scream, cry - and when she tried to do both she would suffocate. Their laughter mimicked her and filled her ears, she tried to speak but her words got stuck in her throat and choked her. Her heart was dying, and the unforgiving jealousy was to blame. "None of this is real", she said to herself, and suddenly, she ended up back at the beginning, and it began to happen all over again.
She was back in a room full of girls, and he stared at every girl in that room except for her, he couldn't see her, he never saw her.
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Jealousy killed her
RomanceA poetic short story that entails a woman's worst night mares of her significant other being unfaithful. She watches his infidelity, and can do nothing to escape it because it is not real, she is dreaming. This story goes into her hidden thoughts th...
