unbridled [completed]

nineteen: p r i o r i t y .

"sheila macintyre!" 

i open my mouth in shock, the white paint cracking due to the effort. everybody has forgotten about elizabeth, about me. angus squeals in delight, his chest puffed with pride. sheila is their p r i o r i t y now. the scot and her exchange whispers along with innocent, feline touches.

amidst the maddening crowd, i give her a quick hug and make a headway towards the washroom. 

i.

i wipe away.

i wipe away the jealousy.

I wipe away the genuine rivulet streaming down my face.

sheila, my best friend of four years, was not worth my tears.