Girl In The Painting

Nick: I watch from the shadows as I always do. Humans going about their daily lives blissfully unaware of our existence. I see her and not for the first time. She stands there with no memory of who I was nor what we once shared. Had my heart been beating it would break to know that I am now nothing to her not even a faded memory from a life long since gone. See me once more. Please see me. Be mine again. Hannah: Of the one-hundred plus students crammed into the lecture hall it is the boy who draws my eye. The beautiful pale boy. Every other single person around him fades into nothing. As if sensing my eyes upon him he turns to look at me. The watchful intensity of his gaze is as chilling as it is thrilling as if he can see straight to the beating heart of me. My secrets my hopes my dreams exposed and laid bare. I see him too. His sadness. His loneliness. I see it and I feel it. And I am scared.