“So do you.” My words are just as soft as his, but they’re glass in my throat. It hurts, it hurts, it hurts. He looked at her like he was captivated. Owned. Alive. But not at me. Not like that. I’m not usually a jealous person, but I’m jealous of him. I’m jealous of her too. I’m jealous that it’s so uncomplicated for them to be together but for some reason it’s the hardest thing in the world for us.
