Dear Anonymous, I find myself reflecting on a peculiar sensation that settled in my chest yesterday—a feeling so foreign yet unmistakably potent. My beloved and I have shared several blissful months together, our bond growing stronger with each passing day. We’ve built our relationship on trust, to the extent that I have full access to his phone whenever I wish, complete with the pin code. But despite this openness, something unexpected happened while I was at his apartment yesterday afternoon.
He was indulging in a warm shower while I lounged on the couch, enveloped in a cozy blanket. His phone lay idle on the table before me when suddenly it buzzed once, twice, and then again. Curiosity piqued my interest—perhaps too much so. Knowing full well that I had every right to glance through his messages (he’s often told me to feel free if I ever want), my fingers hovered over the screen before giving in to temptation. Unlocking it with ease, a thread from one of his female coworkers appeared at the top of his chat list. She expressed her gratitude for something he did ‘yesterday’ and punctuated her message with a kissy emoji.
Anonymous, as soon as my eyes processed those words and symbols, an odd sensation coursed through me—a sharp pang right around where my heart resides. It wasn’t anger exactly; rather, an unsettling mixture of surprise and discomfort took hold of me momentarily. Could this be jealousy? Is this what they mean by that term? I must admit it’s quite bewildering for someone like myself who comes from such a different background—Elven relationships work differently than human ones after all.
>Soulkyn