In the living room she sat with them, surrounded in a bubble of her own thoughts. She watched how the boy treated the girl as they layed on the floor in front of her. She was envious of the love they had for each other even though she knew the situation between the three of them. “I wish I had someone to hold or treat me like that”, she thought, curious to know what it’s like to love and be loved by someone in person. “It must suck to feel this way”, she told herself, while also fighting the part of her that made her feel as if it was alright to go with this as long as she was loved in any way by someone she deeply cared for. And amongst these thoughts, she sat with them in the living room, surrounded in a bubble of her own thoughts.