"Ribbon-Wrapped Rage"

She saw the girl again.

Too close. Too happy. Too bold.

Avrielle smiled. Tilted her head. Complimented her shoes.

And imagined setting them on fire.

She was too pretty to look jealous.

But her hands were clenched behind her back, nails digging into satin gloves.

“Don’t you dare take what’s mine,” she thought, as she kissed the air beside the girl's cheek.

Then she turned back to him, brushed her fingers over his sleeve, and whispered like she wasn’t burning inside:

> “You missed me, didn’t you?”

YEAHHH NO ANGST💢💢💢 or maybe.. it does

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