She walks down the street, in the pouring rain.
This way, no one will notice she's crying.
Others won't take a second glance, not noticing she's hurt.
Others would think it's just another rain drop weaving down her face.
I can see.
I can see her eyes, slightly puffy, and red.
She rubs her hands, as if they're in pain.
I can see through her mask.
Others would think she's just cold, and warming her hands.
I wonder where she's running off to.
She's running from something.
Why is she hurting so badly?
She finally escapes my sight.
I begin to make my way home.
A single tear rolls down my cheek.
No one notices.
I unlock my door.
I step inside, maneuvering to the special cabinet.
I reach inside the cabinet, and pull out the shiny object.
I slowly put the gun to my head, and pull the trigger.
I only had one wish.
I wish someone would have noticed.