a/n: i'd recommend listening to the song while reading. it's "jealous" by labrinth, i attached it above!
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"I'm jealous of the rain
That falls upon your skin
It's closer than my hands have been"
The sound of her name is on the tip of Ross's tongue and there's a hand ready to strip off his jacket and lay it on top of Laura's drenched body. But he stops because there's already someone else to wrap her up, hold her close, move the strands of hair out of her eyes and wipe the droplets off her face. There's someone else and it's not Ross.
It never will be him again.
Ross hates that all he can do is watch the rain trickle down her face, dripping from her hair. It's hard seeing Laura there with his clothes stuck tightly on her body from how wet they've become, not being able to bundle her up in his coat and drag her back home. But it's the worse to think how right now, in this moment, he wishes he could morph into a drop of water. Just one would be enough; if it meant he could hold onto Laura, feel her skin on his own once more.
He's jealous of the rain and of the boy that finally comes running across, an umbrella in hand. And just like that the umbrella is over Laura, covering the older from the harsh weather and Ross turns away. He turns because the rain isn't touching her anymore, Ross is not touching her anymore, but someone else is.
Someone who isn't him.
"But I always thought you'd come back,
tell me all you found was
Heartbreak and misery"
"Laura! Where have you been? Your boyfriend has taken you from us." Raini teases, swinging an arm over Laura's shoulder.
Ross stabs at his food. They used to all sit together but now Ross's all alone, staring across at the person who was once his whole world.
"I'm happy. He's perfect, Raini. I really like him." Laura gushes, smiling brightly.
Ross stares no matter how hard his heartstrings clench at the fact that Laura wasn't smiling at him like this anymore. He feels his eyes water and Ross wants nothing more than Laura to be his again. Ross wants nothing more than Laura smiling at him, holding him, loving him.
He thought that maybe this was those things where you could easily get over with time and a bit of self love but as days past, the pain in his heart only gets worse.
"I'm jealous of the nights
That I don't spend with you
I'm wondering who you lay next to
I'm jealous of the love
Love that was in here
Gone for someone else to share
Oh, I'm jealous of the love"
Ross lays on the bed, his arm stretched out onto the cold, empty space beside him where once Laura had lain. Ross hates how she's not there to cuddle into, to feel the comforting warmth from. He hates that he can't simply reach out and know that it's okay, Laura's right here. But what Ross hates the most is that now somebody else gets to feel all the things he did.
