Washing Wheat
While strolling around the mall, I bend down to tie my shoelaces. When I lift my head again, my boyfriend, Lucas Carter, and my best friend, Kimberly Wendell, are already over 30 feet away.
Just as I am about to catch up with them, I notice that the spot that should've been mine is slowly vanishing as the two walk closer and closer. Eventually, they are shoulder to shoulder as they talk about topics that I can't join in on.
It's as though a third person was never there.
During our university years, Lucas and Kimberly were known as the the school’s most promising “twin stars”. This continued even after we graduated, with them becoming the youngest chief physicians at the hospital.
Meanwhile, no matter how hard I work, I can only trail behind them as an ordinary nurse.
Lucas is always patting my head, saying, "You're cute, even when you're a little slow sometimes."
Then he turns around and works seamlessly with Kimberly to perform one complex surgery after another.
As I stare at their backs, I suddenly feel utterly exhausted.
I no longer want to continue down this road, forever chasing after Lucas.