I wonder if he sees me the way I see him. He doesn't understand the way things work, how people can just kill each other and not care. I wish he could understand- maybe then he'd have no nightmares.

I want to hold him. I want to be the one he goes to when he's afraid. The other one… he deserves better like me. But he doesn't see me. I'm crystal and see-through.

I sigh. "Not enough to you."

He looks up. "You say something?"

I shake my head. "No."

This is the part where I love him too much.