THE BEAUTY of Brokenness

As I watched Jun carry my unconscious sister away, I felt a surge of resentment towards them. How could they be so happy, so in love, when I was suffering so much? The news of Ellie's pregnancy should have been exciting, but to me, it was just another reminder of what I couldn't have.

Jun looked at me with a puzzled expression, clearly unsure of how to react to my tears. But I didn't care. I just wanted to be left alone to wallow in my misery.

I dragged myself into the house, my feet heavy with sorrow. I went straight to my room, slamming the door shut behind me. And then I cried, great big sobs that shook my entire body.

As I lay there, feeling sorry for myself, I couldn't help but blame Ellie for my pain. Why hadn't she introduced me to Jun before they fell in love? Maybe, just maybe, he would have fallen for me instead.

But deep down, I knew that was a ridiculous thought. Ellie loved me, and she would never intentionally hurt me. But I was too caught up in my own emotions to see reason.

I felt a dark, twisted feeling growing inside me, a feeling that I couldn't quite explain. It was a mix of jealousy, anger, and resentment, all directed at my sister.

I hated myself for feeling this way, but I couldn't help it. Jun had awakened something in me, something that I couldn't ignore. And now, I felt like I was losing myself to my obsession with him.

As I lay there, surrounded by my tears and my sorrow, I realized that I had become a person I didn't recognize. I was consumed by my own darkness, and I didn't know how to escape.