Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue….mkay?
It's all so fake.
This plastic life…Was this what I'd wanted?
Yuki, dressed impeccably, drinking a beer on the couch, idly flipping through the channels on TV.
You don't even notice me.
Plastic boy in his plastic bubble.
Do you even care that you hurt me? Or am I invisible?
I don't care; if I can stay with you…I don't think it matters.
The television clicks off; beer bottle clinking into the recycle bin, a door opens and closes.
My voice comes out a broken whisper, "I love you, Eiri." Knees pressed to my chest I cry myself to sleep.