It is September, when the leaves blow freely.
When people make piles of leaves.
When school starts.
When I lost my freedom.
It was him and her, together.
Away from me.
I try to go to him.
But I am stopped by his heartbroken face.
He is shrouded in darkness.
Dead to everyone, except her.
His face is not heartbroken when he sees her.
It is filled with curiosity and excitement.
I have disappeared.
I am a ripped out page, to his book called life.
Who is she? What is she?
She is not human.
Because it's as if, she never feels real pain.
She does not know how my heart hurts or his.
I... have truly disappeared.