• The Glass



    By: Shibuiro Neko, inspired by “Draw with Me”
    In dedication to my love.

    A tiny fragile young girl appears before you she seems so sweet and innocent. You run up to touch her, to call out to her but when you try she doesn’t see you or hear you. Try as you might she just can’t hear you, and you can’t touch her. Thick glass separates the two of you, you try beating the glass but nothing happens. You try following her her were ever she goes, you walk along side her but she doesn’t see you. Every day when you wake up in the morning, she is there all alone. You can only see her but you can’t feel her soft touch, or hear her sweet voice. You try and get her attention by jumping around making all kinds of noise and sounds, try as your might she still cant hear you. You grab something to write with, a marker to draw something on the glass, just maybe that will get her attention. You write the words, “I am lonely, I need your touch, I want your voice.” Then next day you return to that very spot. The girl isn’t there, she was gone. But something was there the words that spelt out. “I am lonely too, I want your touch, I want to hear your voice, but I can’t see you.”

    Days go by and you wonder if you will ever see her, if you will ever touch her or hear her soft sweet voice. You go to the glass that separates you from the other side. You see the girl again, you want to get her attention but you know she wont notice you. But then she comes up to the glass and sits in front of you. Although you are both separated you can see each other. You see a tear rolling off her face as she lifts up her arm and writes on the glass, “I can see you, but I can’t touch, and I can’t hear.” You write back, “I can see you too, I want to touch and I wish I could hear.” You both sit there for hours on end, day in and out writing to each other, drawing things to make each other laugh. But with each passing day the pain in both your’s and her’s heart gets deeper.

    The day’s turn to weeks, then months. You sit in front of the glass, and so does she. It seemed almost rutine now, something the both of you grown used to. You write on the glass, “I am cold.” She writes, “So am I.” You start to cry a tiny bit, you want to be near her. She writes, “I want to be with you.” You write back, “And I want to be with you too.” The day turns to night, you both go your separate ways once more.

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    The next day comes, you had enough your fed up, you want to be with her, you want to feel her touch, you want to hear her soft voice. You start to beat at the glass that seperates the two of you, the girl screams for you to stop, but you can’t hear her. She breaks down in tears, she is hurt to see you upset and unhappy. The glass begins to break, the girl looks up and starts to cry a little more, she knows its unbreakable, she knows its something that wont happen. The glass breaks it shatters in a million pieces, she reaches out to touch your hand but the glass implodes on you and takes away your writing hand, the one you used to write and draw.

    The next day you come to the glass, she writes. “Are you okay?” You just sit there and nod slightly. She writes, “Can you draw, can you write?” You shake your head and show her the bandage. She tilts her head in dispare and starts to cry, you walk away not sure what to say.

    Your arm is finally healed, your hand is back to normal, you go to look for her and she isn’t there. You find the words written on the glass, “I will always love you, and I will always be here, we may not be able to touch each other, I may not be able to hear your voice, but I am always there.”