PureVolume

He is the first one to ever see her.

One day she looks up at those sapphire spheres
and notices that they’re looking back
and that maybe she isn’t invisible.

‘Do you know,’ she says, ‘that I can’t remember
what the world looks like in color?’

The boy shakes his head.

‘Do you know that everyone looks the same to me, and
that we may as well all be pretty little mannequins?’

He shakes his head again.

She waits. Something is aching beneath her ribs.
‘Do you know that I haven’t felt
anything
for days and days and days?’

And he reaches out to touch her ivory cheek, and she can sense
the warmth of his fingertips.

‘Did you feel that?’ he asks, his voice a crystalline murmur.

‘No,’ she lies, and there’s a drop of liquid diamond on her cheek.
‘Do you think that maybe I’m
invisible?’

‘No,’ he says, ‘because I can see you, and you’re beautiful.’

And he holds her through the night, but he never falls asleep
for the fear that she might actually vanish.

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in⋅vis⋅i⋅ble
/ɪnˈvɪzəbəl/[in-viz-uh-buhl]
–adjective
not visible; not perceptible by the eye
withdrawn from or out of sight; hidden
not perceptible or discernible by the mind
concealed from public knowledge.
an invisible thing or being.


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