How Could You Forget The Sun

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I thought it would be adorable to have Ana and Donavan together. Besides, they've been getting close with each other lately: especially when Trinvilla was with them at Ana's hosue. If I were this other person, though, I'd be jealous as well. Just: jealous of Ana rather than Donavan. Of course, this doesn't happen in real life...enjoy your 2,193 words.

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***OTHER’S POV***

There were certain levels of evil jealousy that was raging within me when I saw them together, happy. It did not matter what the girl thought or what the boy thought. Their closeness was too obvious to pass as friendship. It was almost as if they were made for each other.

I did not like it. I did not want to see them or to watch, but I stood my ground on the battlefield within my head. In my list, I began compiling a list of spiteful lies to feed myself about the boy who was wrapped around the girl in her own bed.

“Are you breaking the rules again?” a voice asked behind me.

I turned and, instead of BEN, I was greeted by a familiar man wearing a feminine mask and hoodie. The man had his mask down, but I could sense the smile from the tone in his voice. He crouched beside me on the branch I was perched in: high above the grass with a perfect angle into the bedroom.

“BEN and Slender will kill you if they find out you’re here, watching her live her life,” he resumed breezily in a passive tone.

I growled, before turning back to the window. I would not speak to anyone, not a soul, but I made my intentions clear enough through my demeanor.

“Sure,” he doubtfully replied. “You just looked back at her now. Anyone would call it obsession. In fact, I’m surprised you like this girl. I mean, she’s pretty and all of that nice stuff, but she isn’t a killer. She isn’t evil.”

***ANA’S POV***

When I drifted awake feeling feathery in a laughing breeze, I had to smile at the sunlight filtering in through my bedroom. The birds were oddly silent, but I was content to listen to the sound of the breeze circulating the ceiling fan. A lone meadowlark was singing its ballad in the pale.

I let my eyes fall beside me, to where Donavan was sleeping peacefully with his breathing muffled by the pillows. His arm was loose on my waist, his fingers clasping the fabric of my shirt. He actually looked incredibly innocent and serene when he slept: his lips resting in an adorable pout and his sleep-rustled hair draping over his eyebrows.

I detached myself from him, attempting to not shift the mattress too noticeably and wake him. I floated to the open window and leaned out, spreading my arms on either side of me. The breeze caught my skin, cooling and caressing it.

I was completely at beautiful rest before I realized that the window was open. It was closed when we fell asleep. I glanced worriedly behind me, but no one was in the room besides Donavan. I decided to not care anymore, and I opened the window further to let more of the fresh air inside.

I got dressed in my outfit, confident that Donavan would not be waking soon. It was not fancy what I changed into in any case: a black t-shirt and jeans. I left him sleeping like a baby and waltzed down the staircase to the kitchen.

All of the windows were wide open: sunlight streaming in and meadowlark song chirping melodies mankind was lucky to ever have his ear listen to. As good of a mood I was in, and how beautiful everything looked with the glass panes ajar, I could not waste my time worrying. On the kitchen island, a fragment of white parchment laid for all eyes.