goldyc

You are sitting on the ground, pulling grass up as you stare at the horizon in boredom.  A girl walks up to you, blocking the view of the sun.    "Do you hate me?"    You blink.  "What?"    "Do you hate me?" she repeats.    You stare at her.  "Uh, why would I hate you?"    "You don't talk to me."    "Just because I don't talk to you doesn't mean I hate you."    "So... you don't hate me?"    You think for a moment.  "Well, I don't know you, so I guess I don't hate you."    "So, if you knew me, then would you hate me?"    You stare at her.  She strikes you as being very odd.  You are unsure of what to say; a part of you want

"Hi, I'm-" "I know who you are." "You do?" "You're the guy who thinks he's invisible." "I have a name-" "It isn't important. Because you really don't think it's important." "All right. Since we've started out this way, let me just tell you, I know you too." "Yeah?" "You're the girl who is broken." "I am not broken." "You're the girl whose eyes close every night and open the next morning, only to find you have never slept at all." "I sleep well. Besides-" "You're the girl who dreams of a happy ending even though she has seen seventeen...no, eighteen unhappy ones in her eighteen years." "Happy endings are over rated. And you're-"