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There’s a glass wall between us, and our future’s reflecting in your eyes.

They’re staring at me but I can’t read your expression.

Why are you smiling?

I’m crying.

How can you just stand there, oblivious, as I pound against that wall, wishing to shatter it.

Can you not see me?

Is it a one-way looking glass?

As you gaze blankly, what do you see?

My pained face and aching heart or a plain wall with a target to look at?

Was it a trap?

A plan for you to capture my heart and watch me suffer without it?!

We used to laugh, saying that was my plan.

To seduce you and kill you.

Did you just laugh at my joke, inwardly feeling guilty that I’d indirectly discovered your plot?

As I scream and pound on the glass, it bends ever so slightly, giving me vague hope it will crack with one more blow…or maybe the next.

“David!” I cry. “Love me again!” I beg.

The glass finally falls to pieces…but for what?

A bleeding fist and yet another glass wall to break through.

You lift your hand to the glass as if you can see someone or something…

Am I clear?

Is my heartache vivid?

Can you hear it ripping?

Can you feel it struggling to release itself from your grip?

“I don’t want to hurt anymore…” I utter as I also place my hand against the obstacle in front of me, the blood trickling down the clear solid.

My hand hurts, but it’s numb compared to my soul’s shrieks in anguish.

I crumble on the ground, crying at the fact that you’re so close and yet so far and I can’t reach you.

“Katie…” You whisper, turning halfway. “I’ll be back,” you claim as you ignore my pain and walk away, taking all hope and light with you, leaving me in the shadows…