Talk:Ileana's Stuff/@comment-4423292-20141009041634

Ileana stayed quiet for a moment, then spoke. "When we were younger, I was so jealous of Emelia. Maybe not jealous, maybe 'admired' is a better way to describe it. Cause I loved her for it, I never wanted to take it away from her or anything. But it made me feel bad about myself sometimes; I wished I was more like her. She was brilliant — she was talented and skilled and beautiful. She was an enigma, and we all clustered around. It drew us in, enthralled us. She has wild nerve — she never seemed afraid of anything. I just remember laughing and laughing, because whatever we were doing was so exhilarating, and these were the best friends I could have ever imagined, and I was so very happy.

"I guess it's easy to be jealous when you only see part of the story. And — I guess we grew, and changed. I'm not sure exactly what changed, really. But I'd never be jealous of her anymore. Don't get me wrong, she's my best friend — my sister — I love her more than anyone in the world. She has some amazing traits, and she is certainly a force to be reckoned with. But — yeah, I'm not jealous of her anymore, and I don't admire her anymore."