“So, how did it feel to see him with someone else?”, she asked her as both friends walked on a calm evening beach.

“It felt… it felt as if… you know if somebody had pulled my ribs apart, saw my heart beating hard and then ran a sharp straight knife over it… I could feel the warm blood pouring out and still not die… you stay alive knowing what’s happening to you… but you cannot do anything, just stand there in agony… speechless, actionless… 


it kind of felt like that.”

“You could have just said ‘jealous’ you know”, she said with terrified eyes.