Kirot

Sometimes, I wished we didn't have the same circle of friends. Most of the time though, I wished that we had never met in the first place. Now, I was here again, underneath the only cherry-blossom tree in the campus, watching them pick at their food and spend our 40-minute lunch by flirt-punching each other and completely blocking me from the conversation.

"Hey, you're looking a bit pale. Are you okay?" Never.

Lungs contracting painfully, sharp claws slowly rip my heart open, leaving another huge gaping hole for the green-eyed monster to crawl out once again.

"I'll be fine eventually."