Here. In my imagination, I survive. barely. Running. Evading what pursues me. I can be anything. I can go anywhere. This is my freedom. And my prison. Today it's the latter. It's too late. Again. I watched you walk into his arms. I loved him. For years. Nine long years. But I was afraid. Afraid of the words on his tongue. Afraid of myself. And now, I'm here. I've grown up. But I'm alone. And he's yours. He doesn't see me. One day his eyes will be opened. And girl, you're going to be alone. Don't lie to me anymore. I know what you're doing. Stop putting on that face you call your own. That mask that hides your heart. One slip up and he'll see who you really are. Then I'll be the one by his side. The ones he calls his own. Nine years. And counting...