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Disclaimer: I owneth not Newsies. Only Crow, Fire, Apollo, Adonis, and Firefly.

I love u.

"Goodbye Crow, Adonis, Apollo!" I call. Crow flips his hair out of his eyes, and waves back at me. My stomach flips, until I remember Fire is waiting for him at the Harlem lodging house. I turned to walk back in the house, thinking of grabbing my hat and going for a walk. I ran up the stairs to the girl's bunk room. It's empty. I'm the only girl.

And now I'm all alone again nowhere to turn, no one to go to
without a home, without a friend, without a face to say hello to
And now the night is near
Now I can make believe he's here

I don't understand it at all. I barely know him, but I feel like he's the most important thing to me. The most important thing I have. I'm in love with a boy I barely know. When Adonis and Apollo come, so does he. When I see him, I feel this rush of happiness. But I also know he'll never be mine. Because he has a girl, someone at his side. Someone that occupies the place I so desperately wish to be.

Sometimes I walk alone at night
When everybody else is sleeping
I think of him and then I'm happy
With the company I'm keeping
The city goes to bed
And I can live inside my head

I walked outside one clear July night. It was warm, and the sky was dark and heavy with clouds. It was going to rain, and I knew just the place to be when it rained. The most beautiful place in New York. Someday, I want to bring him here with me at night. We can sit on a bench and watch the stars reflecting on the lake. It's the most beautiful sight in New York City! But nothing is beautiful without him here. I want him to love me like I love him, but he doesn't even know I feel that way. It seems like I don't feel at all sometimes, because I always wish he was here with me. I can practically feel his arms around me at night, when I dream. Even though I know am by myself, all alone.

On my own
Pretending he's beside me
All alone
I walk with him till morning
Without him
I feel his arms around me
And when I lose my way I close my eyes
And he has found me

It's almost painful! When I see his smiling face…and he's smiling at her. I try to picture myself in her place, and I can't. I know I'll never have him, and that's what hurts most. Wanting something you know you will never get the opportunity to have. Unrequited love, it's called. I walked to the park in the rain, and I sat under the large oak tree. It was a warm night, and the leaves protected me from getting too wet. I sat alone and look at the lights that reflected in the puddles on the pavement, on the big lake in Central Park. Our Lake, someday. We would sit on a bench every day after selling; sometimes we'd meet at night. He was Harlem and I was Manhattan. Fire and Water.

In the rain the pavement shines like silver
All the lights are misty in the river
In the darkness, the trees are full of starlight
And all I see is him and me forever and forever

I daydream that we'll be together like the Prince and Princess in the stories my friends at the refuge would tell me. They were wrong to lie to me like that, tell me things that never happen. Newsies can't afford love. Just food and papes to sell, we are the working children of New York. If the people don't hear the news, the city ceases to function correctly.

I have ceased functioning correctly. He haunts me where ever I go. I've talked to him before; he says I'm a great friend. But that's not what I want. Of course, there's always her. She has him; she is the one in my place. I talk to him in my sleep, I know I do. But he never listens.

And I know it's only in my mind
That I'm talking to myself and not to him
And although I know that he is blind
Still I say, there's a way for us

I heard something coming from a park bench around the side of the tree and curiosity took me. I snuck around to take a peek. My heart stopped in my chest, because there he was, next to Fire. They were kissing and she giggled once and a while. He pulled away and smiled at her. They were holding hands and cuddling in the rain, but they too, were protected by the tree. Something stung in my eyes and I registered the tears. I choked on my sobs as they embraced on the bench. The sobs were silent, and they wracked my body as I shook and leaned heavily on the tree trunk. Completely out of sight of the happy couple. They were illuminated by a streetlamp, but I was hidden in shadow. I would always be just a shadow. I wanted to step out and yell at him, tell him I love him. It's impossible.

I love him
But when the night is over
He is gone
The river's just a river
Without him
The world around me changes
The trees are bare and everywhere
The streets are full of strangers

I never thought that it could hurt so much. Every thought I'd ever had of us ever being together was blown from my mind as they held each other. They were perfect together. I was more alone now than I'd ever been. At least I could be his friend. Slowly I saw the sunrise, and I turned to run. I didn't want him to see my secret tears. So I ran, far away from them. I ran through the dirty streets of Manhattan. The people who had just woken up, and began their morning errands, looked at me and shrugged. A dirty girl wearing boys' clothes and sobbing, running through the streets. They don't know my story. They are just more people in this city. And I am a stranger to them. The world is so empty, and full of strangers.

But every day I'm learning
All my life
I've only been pretending
Without me
His world would go on turning
A world that's full of happiness
That I have never known

I'm happy if he is happy, that's what I tell myself. It still stings, and I am distant and cold. I sell my papers with mechanic efficiency and speak little to anyone. Harlem still visits often, but when I see his face I leave the room. Sometimes we talk, when he catches me walking away. He is a leader after all. I have to respect his authority. But it's just not the way I wish it could be. It's like I live for one sole purpose: to think about him. Jack and Blink worry about me; sometimes they talk about me late at night when they think I'm asleep. But I don't sleep much. Because I don't want to see his face in my dreams. I don't want to hurt anymore. But I know I can't trust myself. Or anyone else. Love just hurts too much.

I love him
But only on my own