First Fictober

ลำดับตอนที่ #2 : Jealous

I was terrified. It had been a while that I forgot kind of the feeling since I died. 

 I thought he knew. My... No, her husband must have found out that his bride was no longer his 'real' wife. It was me. She was me now. And he was not able to talk to that woman anymore.

I should be satisfied. 

I of course knew it was a lie. I could not be satisfied by doing such a crime. I had been jealous for my entire life ,even after-death life. So I disgustingly cured my terrible jealousness, turned it to poison and bit a beautiful good wife. 

I aggravated my sin ,but I got her possesions. I got her face. I got her place. I got her dresses. I got her handsome one. 

I should be satisfied. But no. 

 I didn't know when my husband started suspecting me. He was colder and colder. I slept in his bed. But not in his arm. I couldn't breath when he looked at me with his spiteful eyes. 

 Would he do that to his real wife? No. Never. Then why? Didn't I dress her body? What the difference between her and I? Didn't I really got all of her? Why? WHY!? Why was I not her? Why was I born so ugly, ugly both out and inside? Why couldn't I stop being jealous? JEALOUSNESS go fucking hell. 

I wanted to be her. I extremely wanted to be her. I needed to be her. 

God... I shouldn't have done that. Shoudn't have stolen her life. 

 But my handsome was mine. Must always be mine. 

 Since I didn't know what was worse between jealousness and crime....