the only sound was the rasp of my breath and the guilt that coiled in my gut. it wasn't supposed to happen. the envy, a serpent slithering through my thoughts, hadn't meant to strike. but there you were, a beacon of effortless brilliance, your painting a masterpiece down to the last vein in the rose's leaf. shame burned behind my eyes as i glanced at my own canvas - a chaotic storm of emotion pretending to be art. i saw it then, the water cup, perched precariously close to your masterpiece. a horrible, seductive thought wormed its way in - a twisted "accident" to cover your perfect creation with a veil of misfortune. the guilt choked me as i acted on the impulse, the splash echoing in the silence like a monstrous confession. there's no erasing what i did, a reflection of my own insecurities more than any hatred towards you. you, with your effortless talent and easy grace, are a canvas i desperately wanted to paint on, a life i ache to have. the irony, the cruel twist of karma, wasn't lost on me. in my attempt to sabotage your creativity, i crippled my own. the guilt became a constant shadow, my own creative well drying up under its weight. every blank canvas mocked me, a reminder of the vibrant colors i had drowned in a moment of spite and jealousy. it took a long time, but eventually, i understood. karma bites back.
sorry i didnt realize i didnt post this!! hope u can still accept im rly ia here lol
