He hated them. He hated how they would laugh, and talk of stranger things.
He hated the way they would laugh it off if they tripped and fell, and the incessant songs they were singing under their breath. He loathed the instruments they played and how they would dance on the balls of their feet when their favorite songs played on the radio.
Light fading into a dusty classroom. Two voices, three heartbeats, and mutual dislike filled the air.
“I don’t get it. What do you have against us?”
Walking out of their world seemed wisest. Perhaps he should hurry.
(“No answer? How can you be so shallow?”)
He despised how they would talk and use poetic analogies, spiraling further and further into an oblivion of obscure words and light –
“Can we call you ‘Matt’?” He had to run to escape the sounds of their laughter, and his own blushing.
Don’t wish me farewell, you little dogs: I won’t be able to return the compliment honestly.
If he could scream and shout and rage, he would. Just keep going to your classes, staring at the back of their heads as they ran in front. Jogging, breezing, as he struggled to run in their wake.
“What? Another C? Matt, we expect better.” Silence, and the nice carpet beneath feet clad in slippers. “Matt?”
Pride gave him little wings and shame spurned him forward, but Envy kept him going…
Where are you taking me?
He hated their perfection. He detested their laughter. But most of all…
He hated how he adored them.
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I was so nervous about posting this. I think the last time I posted something was in, like, October? Long time ago. Seven Deadly Sins Contest entry, in any case.
The basic theme here is Envy, and Matt is actually based off of...drum roll...me. Yes. I'm extremely jealous and it's not even funny how much of a perfectionist I am.
"Lust" is the undertone I tried to add in...did anyone catch that?
Please rip to shreds. Thanks for reading! ^_^
~Sumi
