Envious Meaning In English Novels & Stories

“I already told you, I’m not sad. I’m just envious.” “Envious of the venue? Or to the wedding couple?” “To everything,” I said. Bumuntong hininga. “Will it bad? If… naiinggit ako?” Siya naman ang mahinang natawa. “Envy is normal to humans.” Dahan-dahan kong tinango ang aking ulo. “Maybe yeah. Or maybe… not.” Hindi ko alam. Hindi ko na alam…

It was a scene ripped from a fairytale, a perfect family portrait that mocked my own desolate existence. A bitter taste flooded my mouth. Envy, sharp and corrosive, ate away at me. It wasn't just the wealth, the sprawling mansion, the effortless grace of their lives. It was the love, the genuine, unadulterated affection that bound them together. Something I had never known, something I craved with a ferocity that bordered on madness.

I really love my look despite being a little bit conscious of the dress being sleeveless. When I went down the stairs, I could see the back of my parents and Isaiah's. Ang awkward, I feel like the girl in the movies walking down while the guy was waiting. I had to keep my face serious since I don't want my parents to think weird ideas if I happen to be too comfortable with Isaiah. I looked at Isaiah and raised a brow at him. Somehow, bitching out and raising brows at each other had become our sign of approach. It's quite funny when I think about it.