This is random and short…I'm not sure who the newsie is, you decide. And tell me. Because a sequel is forming in my brain, but he needs an identity.

It doesn't belong to me, really, but I can't find anything in it that belongs to Disney. So, it must belong to someone else. *donates it to the lost and found*

I'd thought there was something special.

In the way you smiled at me, the way we would meet in the same place every day, in the little things you'd tell me about your friends, and your life. I'd thought it mattered…I mattered.

Every night, my belief in you would waver, and I would think that something I was wrong, that something would be different. And then the next morning, there you'd be, waiting, with a grin and the latest news of the city and its people. Every night, I'd tell myself that you were too good to be true. And you were.

When I saw the two of you together yesterday, I realized what a fool I'd been. And what a harsh realization it was.

What a fool, to live so long in a waking dream. To assume that you shared my emotions. To think that I was more than an acquaintance, or maybe a friend. To think I was more than just pleasant conversation and another penny every day.

I am a dreamer, awakening from what I thought was reality.

I am a writer, returning from a world of happy endings.

I am a child, realizing for the first time that this world is fraught with death and tragedy.

I am a fool, and the whole world is laughing…

…at my tears.