Author: AlphaOmegaPsi PM
She does not speak to any of us, but simply watches with a gaze that feels as if she could hold all the answers, if only someone would ask.Rated: Fiction T - English - Words: 241 - Published: 06-17-08 - Status: Complete - id: 2533279
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She is there, she is there, is she not?
Good, I am glad someone else can see her. I did not want to become crazy. Crazy, as some have said she is.
I have noticed her before, and she fades into the background so well I have scarcely paid any heed.
She does not speak to any of us, but simply watches with a gaze that feels as if she could hold all the answers, if only someone would ask.
Scary might be the correct word for her, though there have been whispers of 'poor thing' floating around, as if she is something to be pitied.
Poor thing. Poor thing. It does not sit well on my tongue while speaking of her.
She is the one sitting far away with a reserved gaze, in a cocoon of thoughts.
And she might as well be a statue for all the heed that is paid her.
It is as if she is scarred, and all can see it. Wounded may be a better term. None dare ask, for fear of the answer perhaps.
Though she always carries a frown, as like a badge on her person, the coldness that emanates is one of necessity rather than arrogance.
AN: Just a little freelance from the beginning of the year. I think it's supposed to be me from another perspective, but I really cannot remember what I was thinking way back then.