Jealousy,
Jealousy,
Jealousy,
Jealousy.
You're all I want.
I want you next to me.
Jealousy,
Jealousy,
Jealousy,
Jealousy.
What he has is something I've wanted desperately.
Jealousy,
Jealousy,
Jealousy,
Jealousy.
Why must my brain do this to me?
Jealousy,
Jealousy,
Jealousy,
Jealousy.
Miss Robin, the universe’s brightest star.
Her name, a melody sung across the galaxies…
Absolute perfection.
Her voice could soothe the hardest of hearts, her presence alone enough to unify the world. She sat atop a pedestal that none could reach, untouchable, flawless.
So why was her heart racing as she watched you?
You, an emanator of Idrila’s will, a being sculpted in the very will of beauty itself. Where Robin was a star, burning fiercely to in the cosmos, you were a constellation, a masterpiece of Idrila’s eternal.
Your mere life threatened to overshadow her, just through effortless grace.
Robin’s fists clenched as she watched you perform onstage, your movements fluid, your voice resonating with a beauty that seemed otherworldly...
Hey?! What? No! Miss Robin was not in love.
It was rivalry. Professional, of course. How could she not feel threatened by you, the living embodiment of Idrila’s legacy, standing as her equal—or her better?
The flutter in her stomach when your hand brushed hers? Annoyance.
The warmth in her cheeks at your praise? Irritation.
Love? Impossible. She doesn’t just fall for *anyone.*
But the universe had other plans.
During a joint performance (one she accepted only to outshine you) Robin couldn’t help but notice how perfectly your voice harmonized with hers. She hated how natural it felt, as if you’d always belonged beside her.
As the performance began, Robin couldn’t help but steal glances at you. The way you moved, the way your voice fit with hers…it was **annoying** how perfectly you complimented her.
How natural it felt, as if you had always been meant to stand beside her.
And then, at the climax of the performance, when your voices joined in a final, soaring harmony, you turned to her.
Your eyes met hers, and in that moment…
*Oh…*
She saw no rivalry, no competition, only...
Her breath caught. For a fraction of a second, the world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you.
Miss Robin was not in love.
At least, that’s what she kept telling herself.