Till death do us part

A boy, sat in the police department, reveals his story to police about his loss


4. Skip forward

So, skip forward to about year 8, and I started to realise how beautiful those eyes were, how perfect one of my best friends was. But I think she started to notice my other best friend Pete like that too. I noticed how close they were getting. How close they were to linking fingers. And I started to feel this raging, uncontrollable feeling, like Pete had done everything wrong without doing everything. I tried to stop it, I did, but the feeling persisted. I saw Pete through another's eyes, he was still my best friend, but it didn't feel like that. I went through why I felt like that, but I couldn't come to a conclusion. Then, he noticed how I was looking at him and her, and he put two and two together. "Oh my god, are you jealous of something that doesn't exist?" He asked me at lunch. "Erm, er, no, why would you ask that?" I stuttered. Skeptically, he looked at me, and in an instant, I knew that he knew I was jealous. That was the word I was looking for all this time. Jealous.

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