Narrative - Write a story in which jealousy plays an important part

 

            Inhale. Exhale. ‘Breathe!’ I reminded myself.

 

Gradually, I regained my composure. If it was not for that honk, a godsend which awoke me from my momentary lapse of frenzy, a tragedy would have happened. What was that strange, unfamiliar emotion that I suffered earlier? It was so raw, so intense, so…dark; like the sudden tidal surge from the dismal abyss, trying to pull me down, to drown me in its torrent. Was it… jealousy? How could it have such towering power that could commandeer my mind into carrying out his malicious bidding?  I was about to pounce on that innocent girl, hit her senseless, rip her eyes out and pull out her beautiful tress of golden hair! Thinking back, my blood ran cold. Thus, I broke into a run, trying to leave behind that alien emotion that had almost enslaved me.

 

While running, my mind would often stray back to the scene where I saw him get close with another girl. The girl was helping him tightening his vest’s waist tab; they looked so much like a couple. How I wished to be in her place; how much I wished to be… his. I had been secretly in love with San for quite some time. I met him when I started my new job. He was so friendly towards me and as time went by, we became closer and he began to grow on me imperceptibly. I had always thought that the love I felt for him was just the kind of love we have for our friends, until that fateful, illuminating moment. As he had never been close to or seen with any other girls except me, it had never come across my mind how I would react if it actually happened; and now that it had, I was overwhelmed by jealousy, which I was fortunately able to tame it down in the nick of time.

 

As I was slowly running out of breath, I could feel my heart steadily cracked. I just could not get the image out of my mind. After letting loose a heart-rending sigh, I took out my phone and dialled the only number that I had memorised by heart. He picked up on the second beep; I confessed my feelings to him; he let me down gently with the voice that I loved so much; I laughed my embarrassment off and bade my farewell.

 

Inhale. Exhale. ‘Breathe!’ I reminded myself, as tears streamed down my cheeks.

 

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written by Mr. Tan, in 2020