A/N: So…Another random ficlet. I seem to quite enjoy writing little ficlets such as these, so I made it into a collection. And changed the title. Go me.
Hiding in the corner of my room, I close my eyes and let the invisible tears stream down my invisible face. No one expects the strong to ever break down. No one expects to see him curled up in the corner of his room, depressed, desperate, and alone. No one would ever guess that I'd be the one. I'm the caregiver, the caretaker, the one they expect to always be there. They'll never know the worthlessness I feel, because they are the actors who never see beyond the camera. They'll never know of the miserable hell that lies behind that curved plate of glass. They will never know; they will always be on the wrong side. I am alone. More alone than they could ever imagine. Everyday, I swim through the motions of my life. Everyday, I wonder when they will notice. Which comes first, the jump or the fall? Perched precariously on my self-created cliff, they see me sitting casually on a wooden park bench, happily absorbed in my work. That has never been the case, nor do I think it ever will be. I will be perpetually unbalanced on the edge of this precipice, waiting for them to unknowingly –or otherwise- push me from my ledge. Some days, I pray that they will come soon. Some days, I pray for disaster to strike. But everyday, I remain perpetually alone.