Fingers hard pressed against the reflection of someone I hate... standing there staring at me... but nobody is looking. I can hate her. I have every reason too. She isn't the person I wanted to see... now or ever... anymore. Every fade line, round mounds of flesh, glossed eyes that burn... all I see is sadness. Melting dreams, sand at my feet and glass fingertips. Everything is backward and dark... I am wasting away. Everyone around me is glowing.... I am fading. The ghosts embrace me in wispy waves of marionette dances, gliding above the ground for moment... then a sharp crack brings me back to the glow from the gray... face down on the ground... the earth feels cool, inviting, homey... until it warms... I can see her again, staring back at me. Her fingers crumble, landing silently in the sand. I close my eyes... she is staring back.

They'll never know how tough it is, to be the one who isn't chosen. To live so near to the spotlight and never step in it. But I know. I see more than anybody realizes because nobody's watching me.