TMB Prompt #4: Jealousy.

100 word limit.

It's not easy y'know.

I have to watch you two parade around everyday,

Hanging off each other's arm, giggling stupidly as if you're the only ones around.

I exist.

I matter.

Or at least I used to.

That used to be us.

Used to be me by your side, should still be me.

But it's not.

Predictable, old, uninteresting;

You just dropped me, and before I could even process the words, you were gone.

Moved on.

Like I was nothing but a stranger to you for years.

Now I watch and hate.

I just want my best friend back.