Unscramble Jealous 소설 & 이야기

REBECCA "Well, I would describe jealousy as a wave. It crashes into your heart with a mix of emotions. Anger and sadness. Most of the time, it's not a pleasant feeling, but it hurts. Right here," she said, placing her hand over her heart. "It hurts. Your chest tightens, and it feels like you can't breathe. Sometimes you might feel like crying or becoming so furious that you want to resort to violence, like punching someone in the face. I can't exactly put it into words, but it's quite overwhelming."

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> His jealousy was still there. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> But it was changing shape in the knowledge's light. He looked at it directly and found that it was not the jealousy of a man who had been robbed of something that belonged to him. It was the jealousy of a being who had been given something beautiful and had not known what it was and had not tended it in the way it needed to be tended and had watched someone else tend it with the care and the seeing that he had not managed, and the jealousy was really grief, was the specific grief of recognizing your own failure clearly and completely and without the comfortable armor of your own rightness.

I didn't know what to do so I hugged him back by wrapping my hands around his back and patted him. He lifted his head and looked up at me and said, "Why does one feel jealous?" Why did he ask me about this all of a sudden? "Everyone thinks jealousy is similar to being possessive but it's not, instead it is more similar to getting scared of losing the person we like."

He realized that he had let his insecurities get the better of him, jeopardizing the trust they had built. With a deep breath, Andrea found the courage to speak, his voice now filled with remorse. "Elena, I'm sorry. You're right. I shouldn't have let my jealousy consume me like this. I trust you, and I should respect your friendships." Elena's anger softened as she recognized his remorse. She sighed, her voice gentler this time. "Andrea, I appreciate your apology, but we need to work on this. Jealousy can be toxic if left unchecked. We should communicate openly about our feelings and set boundaries that make both of us comfortable."

The gesture was so intimate, so loving, that something ugly and hot twisted in my chest. Jealousy. Pure, vicious jealousy.

"You have no position at all to accuse me. You're not qualified!" "I'm not qualified? Are you qualified then?" Crystal stared at Jessica with intense resentment. Her entire face twisted in a terrifyingly. Just a moment ago, she had a pitiful and charming aura, but now she displayed a monstrous and horrifying expression. Never underestimate a woman's jealousy. It's the most unpredictable and destructive weapon in the world. "Say whatever you want!" Jessica was too lazy to argue with her. Envious women were the most irrational; once they started going crazy, there would be no end. She had already said so much, and if Crystal continued to say anything offensive, she shouldn't blame Jessica for

'' shouted Hans, confirming Aefar's statement. ''Why can you be so jealous?... I didn't know women could be jealous too?'' asked Halvir. ''Of course, I can!... What do you think I am?! I also have feelings. How could I not be jealous…'' Anindira exclaimed, grumbling. But her face blushed with embarrassment. ''Then what makes you jealous?'' Halvir asked again. ''Dira, what I know is jealousy exists if we have feelings of fear because the people we care about don't care about us,'' said Aefar.

complained Noah. I laughed chuckled "it was amused to hear Alpha stressed. It turns out that werewolves can get tired in feeling too. I thought only humans were trapped in feelings. You're lucky because you never felt disappointed and broken heart Noah. "I said. Then Noah raised his head to look at me closely. "You're judging me wrong," said Noah. I wrinkled my forehead, and suddenly jealousy creeps up in my heart. "Wait? Have you been hurt because of Kayla? Have you ever felt disappointed because of Kayla ?. you know? if we feel jealous, that means we really love that person so much that we are afraid of losing," I said

The word that captures whatever this is—this tension, this push and pull, this thing between us that never quite goes away no matter how many divorce papers we sign. "This is you being jealous," I say finally. "And pretending you're not." Something flashes across his face. Too fast to identify. Then it's gone, replaced by that smooth, controlled expression. "Jealous." He says the word like he's never heard it before. "That's an interesting interpretation." "It's not an interpretation. It's an observation." "An observation."

James suddenly grabbed her throat with shocking force. "You want to betray me too! You want to abandon me too!" Michelle struggled desperately, finding it harder and harder to breathe as everything began to blur. Survival instinct kicked in as she grabbed a sculpture from the table and smashed it against James's head. James grunted and collapsed to the floor. Michelle clutched her throat, coughing violently. Looking at James lying on the ground, there wasn't a trace of concern in her eyes—only disgust and contempt. "Look at yourself. Without your parents' protection, you're nothing but trash!