The (fictional) dynamic of
„I‘‘m the only one allowed to make you feel as intense as it gets. Even if it’s anger. Even if it’s hatred. I need to be the only one that can make you loose all decorum and doubt cause the intensity I invoke in you is just THAT strong“
… to the point they (A) get jealous of not only other people making them (B) genuinely laugh but also people who make them genuinely mad. In a
„I knew I will never make you smile as carefree as your friends but at least your true, all consuming anger was mine alone and now that it isn’t… .“
Jealousy is an ugly thing. All consuming and true. And the other (B) finds it SO HOT.














