He was shocked. He had lived with a voice following him around for his whole life, and only three people had ever believed him. Not because they wanted to, but because they had no choice. They had heard me too.

“I have no proof, Eva. I only have my word.” Alex didn’t know how to take this. Was there a proper way to take this?

“That’s ok, I don’t need proof. I believe you Alex Ramírez. You have a narrator following your every move and you can hear it. I accept that.”

For once, Alex was not glaring at me, he looked into the sky desperate for confirmation. A sign that, not only this was true, but that his friend wasn’t insane.

And I’d have him know, she was completely honest and sane. As sane as a theater kid can be, at least.

“Um, are you here? You keep spacing out? Is he talking?” Eva is now looking for me too. She stares intensely at the rafters, expecting something to appear in a Phantom-esque attire, a visual confirmation of my existence to her, beyond reproach. Alas, I am just a voice.

“Yes, he is… well… narrating,” Alex says.

“He? So your narrator is a guy? Does he sound sexy? What did he say?” Eva is genuinely interested, her eyes big with wonder.

“I… I don’t know if he is sexy, but he does have a nice voice. That's the only nice thing I can say about him,” which was honestly unfair. “He was just confirming you are actually being honest and sane.”

“Alex! That’s very rude of you to not believe your friend!”, she says with a friendly slap, play-acting her pain.

“I mean, what do you want me to do? It is surreal to me.”

They are both taking it in. Alex, the fact that I am no longer a secret to his closest friend in the drama department (even if he was thinking “She is not my closest friend, just a friend”), and Eva is just enjoying that she finally is living the grander than life story she had always waited for. Whatever that meant.

“Wait, what? You wanted this crap to happen? You want this sort of thing to be true?” it was Eva's turn to be surprised.

“Did he tell you what I was thinking?! That is very rude!” I would apologize to Eva, but Alex had managed to say his narrator was self-aware and omniscient, so he had already warned her about this.

“As long as someone is in my... story? Or relevant to the plot, he will be able to speak on them. I did say he was a self-aware and all knowing thing.” Alex points out once more, getting up and extending a hand towards Eva. “It can be helpful, but also very disheartening. It’s like having telepathy that basically controls itself.”

Eva gets up while still staring at the rafters. She begrudgingly accepts I won't appear.

“I didn’t want this precisely, to happen. I just wanted something interesting to happen in my life,” she says. “I admit it is insane, but I have known you four years now and you are honest to a fault. So I believe, and I enjoy being in fantastical situation. Who doesn’t want to be trapped in a love story?” That last came out as a chuckle.

Alex did not chuckle. “Me. I don’t want to be in a love story, who knows how it will end up.”

Good. Nay, I might even dare to say, this story ends great; because now that Eva believes him, Alex will definitely find true love.