Cielois Oneshots

My jealous little brat

I don't know. I guess you could call this Drabble? I was a little bored so I did a thing. There's another that's currently in-progress, but it should be finished by today.

Enjoy!
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Jealousy. It burns in the back of my throat, a silent but fiery rage slowly tearing me apart.

I hate it.

It leaves a bitter taste in my mouth seeing the way he talks about that girl so fondly. I think her name was Elaine or something. I'm not sure.

But I hate it.

It hurts me. I feel empty. Like, he's leaving me behind. That happens too often. I feel trapped. Trapped behind walls upon walls of ice, and I can't melt it with anything. I can't escape.

I want him to love me. I want him to pay attention to me. But every time I schedule a hangout, it's always her name rolling off his tongue. Nothing I can do will capture him like she can.

She's tiny, and cute too. She's everything he deserves. I'd probably bring him down, it'd just be a burden.

But I can't help but feel sick anyway. It flows through my body and pumps into my veins, the icy hot sensation taking over my words and actions.

I know I shouldn't let it affect me that much, but after so long just standing idly by as he gets involved with others and spends less time with me, suddenly having more plans as he slips through my fingers, like grains of sand.

I can't stand the way he can't hold a conversation with me anymore without bringing someone else into it

It's always the time spent with that girl, some funny memory, something saucy, something I could never imagine myself doing. I just want him all to myself, I want to tell him how I feel, I want to know if he feels the same,

But by now it was obvious he didn't. I could see it in the way he looked at me, his eyes didn't shine like they did when he talked about her.

And it isn't just him anymore.

I can feel all of them slowly losing interest in my stupid antics, my jokes aren't funny anymore, it's just stupid. It hurts to try because I can see them checking for an escape, looking the other way for someone else, or just ignoring me altogether.

That fiery rage that seeped its way into my mind had burned up its way through my sanity and rationality. He had been in the midst of telling just how he enjoyed her company that one particular evening by the fire, and it just

Snapped.

I was so done.

"How could you do that to me?"

'No.. Stop..'

"Do.. Do what, Alois?"

'Don't you dare say it Alois..'

I was too far gone.

"I.. I.. You talk about others in front of me when were hanging out.."

'Stop.. You're losing him!'

"And you never interact directly with me.."

'Dont.. You're pushing him away!'

"I feel like you're leaving me behind, and that hurts.. Because.."

"Because what?"

"Because I love you! It hurts to see you moving towards others and farther away from me! And not just that, but everyone I had trusted my heart and soul with are drifting away with you! And... I just.."