B.P.O.V
I let the mask fall. Everyone's gone.
There's no need for it.
I slouch down on the settee, knowing no need for a good posture.
I am here, alone. But here I am not at all.
There is nothing left but an empty shell with a mask. The shell with a face is called "Bonnie".
She is good, happy, naïve and bright.
I am me, dark, moody, solitary.
I stare at the lounge clock, watching the pathetic minutes of my life idle away, I wish for the end, and yet, at the same time as I wish for someone to come along and break my heart, I need the passion, the want, the lust, and to have complete faith.
Somehow the naivety is not so fake after all.
But I never get as I want.
Bonnie gets what best for her.
But they are gone and so is the "Bonnie" they all think they know.