Everyone was watching me.
All of the eyes glazed over my fragile frame, pulling it apart to see what was underneath.
"I can't feel my legs," I made a point to say, as if it was important. But it wasn't, and they knew that.
Yes, they know. It's pointless to pretend they don't. They just don't care.
"I'm going to sink away here," I spoke again, my voice strangely calm. Because, why shouldn't it be? It's a fact. I liked to sound indifferent when stating a fact. After all, it's important to focus on what's being said more than how it's said.
Right?
A boy pushed through the crowd. He was the first that moved, but he still watched over me like the others. His eyes stared at me blankly, before nodding in approval and taking my arm.
"Come," was what he said. He told me that he liked me, and he wouldn't let me fade away.
I shook my head. "You'll take me anyway." I looked over towards the others.
They had not moved.
"I promise," the boy spoke softly, tugging at my sleave.
I didn't believe him. After all, his eyes were still empty. But I followed him anyway.
I followed him until we were far away from the others. We sat on a hill, watching the sun set. The sky darkened, and soon the stars appeared. Suddenly, the boy was a man. He touched my chin, and whispered into my ear that I was safe.
And then I was gone.
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