{ GREEN-EYED MONSTER ♥

It was time Gil came to accept the fact that this woman was real.   Or, at the very least, something sentient that he   had the ability to communicate with.

             ( The term communicate used very loosely. )

There was nothing he knew about this woman, other than   the fact she couldn’t talk, she had an affinity for seashells and bubbles

                        ( all things nautical, really, )

  and that he was the only one that could see her. 

None of this made him feel better about his circumstances,    and the hopes of being able to succeed in his attempts to   figure this lady out were looking rather slim. 

“ That – That’s okay! It’s fine! Yeah!    Uh, my name is –    Wait, no, I think you already my name, right?    Err –    Do you have a name? “

               One coming day, Nevy.

     The words leave an unnatural chill on the back of her neck, fingers tensing in apprehension. She has given up so much of herself, only vying for the love she feels she deserves. But it was never enough for those around her, was it? There was always someone else – someone better, someone kinder, someone that caught the eye and held. And when they moved on to better things – climbed slowly up ladders just out of reach – she was left behind, having been so occupied carrying them on her back that when the weight was lifted she could no longer stand.

                                Your bubbles are going to pop.

     Thick streams of tears threaten to soil the sanctity of her cheeks, while her head ducks down. She hides her beauty with a shamed arm, envy like rot at the core of her fruit. Why never her? Who would ever turn their kindness to her? What was wrong with her?