Title: Like a Sparks Film
Description: "Don't fool yourself, Katie. You know I'm real." "But I don't! I don't know that. No one else can see you; nobody believes in you, I made you up. Didn't I?"
He threw me a pained look, and I could just imagine, that I'd hurt him, that he felt it, and that was the problem. I wanted him so badly to be real. "Where," he starts, turning away, frowning at the rain. "Would you even start with this idea of me?"

Prologue

I ran.

I didn't have a clue where I was going. I wasn't thinking – I didn't want to think. I was through with thinking. I was through with making things up and focusing on the past and dreaming up what's not there, I'm tired of people telling me what to do and what to say, telling me things aren't real, making me think that I shouldn't – and couldn't -see what was right in front of me. I could see with my own two eyes, and when I couldn't do that, I should've known because I saw, with my head, my feet, my skin, and my heart.

My phone was ringing; my hands were shaking. I didn't want to hear it. I stopped, catching my breath, wiping them repeatedly down my jeans. I pulled my phone from my pocket and pitched it far into the lake, and I kept going, trying to find him, trying to feel it again.

As I ran, I felt him, near and far, everywhere but nowhere, and I ran through the trees in the park, past the bridge and the pond, past the streets and the theaters and the shops, running from being alone, running from everything and every day and everyone and all of me.

I was crying. It took me a while to realize the screaming and the sobbing was mine, that the wetness on my face was more than just rain and that the world wasn't shaking, crumbling from under me. I was falling. Down, down, on my knees, all alone, calling a name that for once in my entire, whole, empty, deliriously happy, pathetic, amazing, painful, perfect, hopeless and made-up life, belonged to someone who couldn't hear me.

Hi! Author's note - Short and sweet, I promise.
Cover image is from Jim Smart Photography, at /b-w/other-places/_mg_1334-dark-sky-means-rain/ . "Dark Sky Means Rain". Apt, no?
This is an inspired story. I am going to be putting up a soundtrack at times, or if I choose to go there, some chapters might be straight out songfics, since I'm not new at those. Feedback is love. Criticism is welcomed, from the constructive to the offensive. I will update regularly. If I can't, I'll give a heads up or the internet is being held hostage. Au revoir!