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Jealous yes, she was extremely jealous. She was green with envy, red with rage. Grey with emptiness - she was all the colours of the rainbow for some reason or the other.
But Jealousy was her main infatuation.
And she hated it.
Everything she saw, she wanted. Everyone she met, she wanted to be. The world was filled with people, objects, meaningful things and she wasn’t apart of them.
She was a shadow, no face, nor ever the same way twice - one who could only mimic and never be. She hated life, if it could even be that.
Jealous yes, but she’ll never know because she can’t feel.
She’s Black, she’s nothing.
AN - by Black I mean the colour, or shade in this case, not as a racism term. I hope it should be obvious, but in case it’s not.