He looks at me, I guess.

I see myself within his chest.

He looks at me, I guess.

I smile but he ignores my gaze.

How dare I do this with my soul!

I guess I'm just lonely and sad.

But, oh...

Should I just stop?

He sees me.

He sees me!

Does he look at me the way I do?

Does he know I love him?

Well, he would not know.

I died for him.

I visit him.

I...