She's a Ghost.

“I can’t believe these people believe they exist.” A woman sits down on a city park bench, watching people as they walked down the street. They were too busy with themselves to see a person staring at them intensely.

“I am the only real one here, everyone else is just a fictional speck in this world.” She thought to herself as she, as she watched an incredibly attractive man in a suit walk down the crowded sidewalk. She stared at the man’s face, and found that it was perfectly chiseled, and had the aura of a man with confidence. 

The woman could only hope to have a man like that one day. She noticed him wearing wired headphones with only one earbud covering his ear, the other fell onto his chest and shifted with every movement the super handsome man made as he waited by the traffic light.

The woman’s face felt red, as she thought about sharing headphones with him, and got up to stand next to him. The man didn’t pay any attention to her presence, but it didn’t worry her that much, it’s not like he really exists anyway. She leaned closer towards the man’s chest to hear what he was listening to. 

“Are ghosts real? Or are they figments of our imagination? In this episode we will be uncovering the mysteries of La Llorona.” 

It was just a lame podcast... 

The woman straightened herself to a standing position, and began walking as the oncoming cars began to stop. 

She began to follow the man, she didn’t have anything better to do anyway, and as she followed the man, she noticed that the beautiful man had a ring on his wedding finger. She wondered who the lucky man or woman was to have been able to capture such an elegant man. The woman didn’t usually follow the people that she watches, but she couldn’t help but follow the man as he pulled to follow him like a magnetic force. 

As she walked beside the man, she noticed that he was looking at the flower shop across the street. 

“Maybe he wanted to buy flowers for his significant other?” The woman thinks to herself.

She watched as he unexpectedly walked across the busy street, like he didn’t have a care about his safety at all. It made the woman wonder if this man recognized his non-existence, and she followed him across behind him. 

The man’s fringe fell onto his forehead in a way that made his skin peek through every so slightly. His hair was thin, and his eyes had rings under them, which reminded the woman of a crescent moon during an eclipse. 

The woman waited as the man walked into the store, and as she waited she watched the people walk by. She watched as an old woman dropped her groceries, and people walked past her, she watched as a couple argued on the streets, and she watched as a young girl walked down an alleyway. 

Those people never really interested her, as she saw them everyday. This man was different, his beautiful hypnotized her, and his smile made her feel alive even though she had never actually seen him smile before, she could only dream. 

The man came out with a bouquet of lilies in his hand, and began walking down the street. The woman caught up with the long steps of the man, sometimes even jogging to keep up with them. She wonders how it would be if he could see her, but she knows that nobody can see her because only she exists, and everyone else were just fabrications of some godlike being. 

It was her only conclusion on how people kept on ignoring her. It took her a few years to get to the realization, as in the beginning she believed that people only ignored her because she was annoying or something like that, but as she got older she realized that this was all part of one big game.

It reminded her of the movie “The Matrix”, and maybe the movie had a lot of truth to it after all. The woman reminisced on all the times she watched alone, hoping to find someone who was real too, but she gave up, and only began to watch from afar, like she was doing right now with this beautiful--very beautiful--man. 

She wondered what kind of life she would’ve had if she wasn’t real. Would she have been a baker? An author? A photographer? Would she be a housewife? Would she be in love with some as pretty and as intelligent as this man beside her? 

She wondered what kind of life this man would have if he was real. Would he be a secret agent? A CEO? A mafia member? An accountant? Would he love her with all his heart? Stay by her side forever?

All these questions bubbled in her mind like a closed pot of rice, and suddenly the man made a sharp left in front of her, and entered through a pair of steel gates. 

As the woman turned her head, she saw tall rocks sticking out of the ground with engravings. 

Oh.

…

It was a graveyard. 

She walked up to the man, as he kneeled down in front of them. This tombstone was one of the few that had a photograph. It was placed in a simple looking, wooden frame. The tombstone looked like it had been there for a few years, maybe five or six years maxed. The grass had fully grown in front of the tombstone, and needed a lawn mower. 

The woman looked at the picture. It was a beautiful asian woman, she wore a red cardigan, and had short, midnight black hair that brought out her pale as death skin. The woman had a big nose for some of asian descent, but the woman couldn’t be one to judge, as she couldn’t even remember what she looked like. 

Another perk of being the only real person alive. She wrapped her cardigan around herself, and she moved her eyes onto the man beside her, as she heard a muffled sob. 

The man’s face had turned pink, and the rings around his eyes darkened with stress and grief. Half of his face was covered by his left hand that wore the wedding ring, but the woman saw the man’s face furrow in pain, and agony. 

She was surprised by his sudden shift in position, as he collapsed forward with his head in his hands. His black fringe covered his eyes, as did his calloused hands. 

The woman couldn’t help but feel her heart clinch, and a wetness on her face.  

The woman couldn’t help but feel pity for this fictional person in front of her. She placed her hand on his back, but it fell through him like an illusion. 

It reminded her what this was...just an illusion. 

He wasn’t actually hurting, it was just a simulation of someone hurting. However, the woman couldn’t help but feel like this was something more, something she was missing. 

And at that moment, she couldn’t help but wish she was just a fictional speck in this world.