JEALOUSY

~CELIE’S POV~

As a child, I became too often the object of my mother’s scrutiny. She’d always complain about how my mood always oscillated between two extremes and never found a middle ground for my emotions. 

“It’s either ecstasy or misery for you,” used to say my Mother. “When you’re habitual of sustaining yourself within the parameters of only two optimum emotions, you’re bound to feel lost upon being deprived of any one of them.”

These days, I have been ruminating about how fair her judgement has been all this time. Unable to achieve tranquillity, I feel as if the very ground is absent from beneath my feet, leaving me afloat and rocked by the currents of discomfort. 

“It pains me to see you get so quiet suddenly,” utters Egon, tucking my hair behind my ear. 

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