"Jealousy is no more than feeling alone against smiling enemies."

- Elizabeth E. Bowen

That girl is gorgeous. That pair of huge watery eyes sitting above her high cheekbones, the hour glass figure, slender legs. Her features are exotic. She's the dream girl of every other boy in school. Her grades are excellent. The teachers adore her. She's got pretty dresses. She's kind. She's friends with everyone else.

Yeah, that doesn't concern you. Not until your crush is hooked onto her. Not until she's got that branded bag you've been saving up for since last school term. Your grades are second to her in class. Your friends become her friends.

Then, you feel a burning desire. A desire to be just like her. You want to have what she has.
You try to bring her down, so she doesn't have what you don't. You try so hard to plot against her.
You want to defeat her.

Jealousy.
An omnipotent force hidden deep within the hearts of everyone from paupers to kings.
Yes, everyone.

And finally, you did it. You submitted to that dark side of yourself.
You gave in to the burning desire to rob others of what they have. Now, you've got everything she had.
You've got her popularity, her looks, her grades, even her boyfriend. Everything.

But guess what, you've scalded your heart, your soul.
You lost your smile. And you're not finding it back. Never.