Jane Doe

She was so sad.

She looked so lost.

She hung on every single word that fell from Alex's tongue.

Her eyes lingered on him even as she spoke to me.

I almost hated him.

Then one day, he took her by the hand and led her to his apartment.

And I knew. I knew what he was planning. He was letting her fall for him. He was taking her from me.

And I would sit there and watch after her like an abandoned puppy.

I pined after her for weeks. And weeks turned to months.

Alex was caught in a drug raid. He was sent to prison.

My angel had fallen.

She moped. She lost her light. Her eyes grew dull.

I'm not that person who's meant to know happiness, she had said. I said nothing, quietly urging her to go on. You don't understand. No one does. Only Alex.

Alex knows nothing of those sorts of feelings. There. I had spoken to her. Her beautiful sky blue eyes met my green ones.

What makes you say that?

Alex...he's always had a place. He's never been left out. He doesn't know the meaning of the word 'alone.' And no one will let him learn it.

That's what made me notice him. He's so sure, so confident.

He's cocky. And he has nothing going for him. He knows who he is. And he knows he isn't good. But he wants the world to crash and burn with him. He captures everyone in a little box to use on a whim.

She frowned. It wasn't angry or dissatisfied, merely thoughtful.

What about to you?

What?

Are you something he can use on a whim?

No. I've got him in a box of my own. She smiled at me and a soft laugh fell from those perfect lips.

Interesting. I think I should capture you both in my box and see where it'll lead me. She winked and moved away gracefully.