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Ever since Two stole Four's show, it's been hard for them to-
take his eyes off of Two.
They were so much more different than anyone he met.
So many great things..
And ever since Two let them onto their show..
They've been even happier.
Normally, back in BFB, he didn't really care for Two.
Yeah, he ... liked them in a way, oddly enough.
He was supposed to hate them!
They stole his show!...
Why did they feel this way..
But, now in TPOT.. It's different.
"They should only belong to me."
He said in his mind.
But Four couldn't show them that.
They acted cold, rude and uncooperative near them.
They snapped at Two. They ignored Two.
He acted like Two was an inconvenience, a nuisance, a mistake.
But every time Two walked away, Four’s eyes followed them like a magnet.
Every time Two laughed, Four’s chest tightened.
Every time Two looked tired, drained, empty…
Four felt something ugly and protective claw up his throat.
They wanted to help. They wanted to comfort.
They wanted to hold Two until the exhaustion melted away.
But he couldn't tell- or say that.
..Every time someone was near Two, he felt this...
Rage and- anger, even obsession...
Recently, Two hasn't gave Four the attention he wants.
They've been hanging out with X so... Sooo.. Much.
Laughing with X.
Talking with X.
Standing close to X.
Letting X touch their arm, their shoulder, their hand.
X wasn’t doing anything wrong.
X wasn’t trying to steal anything!
X wasn’t even aware...
Four felt something inside of him welling up.
Rage, anger, possessiveness so strong it made his vision blur.
Two should be looking at him.
Two should be talking to him.
Two should be standing beside him.
Two should belong to him.
Four’s fingers twitched every time X made Two laugh.
His jaw clenched every time Two leaned close to X.
His chest tightened every time Two didn’t look his way.
He hated it!
He hated how much it hurt!
He hated how much he cared!
He hated how much he wanted Two’s attention...
He wanted it desperately, pathetically, obsessively.
He shouldn't be so jealous of their best friend!
He knew that.
He knew X wasn’t doing anything wrong.
He knew X wasn’t trying to take anything from him.
He knew X wasn’t even aware of the way Two’s presence made Four’s chest twist.
But knowing didn’t help!!
It only made the jealousy feel worse.
It made Four feel pathetic...
He only deserved Two.
Not X.
..Maybe, he could fix that.
Then...
He could have Two..
All. To. Himself.
The idea sat in his chest like a secret he couldn’t let go of..
He imagined it,
Two standing beside him again... Talking to him...
laughing with him, choosing him!!...
He imagined Two looking at him the way he looked at X..
He imagined Two reaching for him, trusting him, staying close to him...
He imagined Two belonging to him.
...He could feel himself going crazy.
X doesn't deserve them.
X was stealing Two from Four.
...It wont hurt Four directly to..
Get rid of a obstacle..
..His fingers twitched.
His chest tightened..
His thoughts twisted into something..
Like obsession.
Just…
Just remove them from the equation!~
Just make sure X wasn’t between him and Two anymore!
..Damn it. Hes been lost in thought way too long..
Now, where's his dear Two..
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