Invisible Girl

"Come with me," she said. "I want to show you something."

He gave her a half-smile; one overflowing with amusement and curiosity. She was really on about something tonight and he wasn't sure what. He let her guide him to a large set of doors and through them. Inside was a party, already in full-swing.

"Look around," she said, her voice soft, but still carrying to his ears. "You've only just arrived. You know no one. Who strikes your fancy? You can talk to anyone in the entire room. Pick one."

He nodded, his eyes flicking over the crowd. He shot her a glance and her blue eyes met his briefly. For a second, he thought she looked sad. Then he spotted someone in the crowd with an interesting t-shirt.

"Him," he said finally. "I'd wanna ask him where he got the shirt and see what else we have in common."

"Okay," she said. "That's fine. Now, a girl. Pick."

He started to study the crowd with a bit more interest. "She's cute...but...oh, that one in the corner...hmm..."

She was silent. He was like a connoisseur, finding just the right person to talk to. To make that connection.

"There," he stated. He pointed to a lovely young lady off to the left. "Her."

"Out of everyone else here...why her?"

He shrugged. "She's beautiful, great body, nice smile. She's laughing a lot and has a small crowd around her. She's the prize of the party. Everyone's drawn to her."

"A prize?" she replied. "An empty head with heartless laughter, put together by a plastic surgeon and strategically placed clothing?"

He blinked and saw that the woman in question was exactly that. Fake. In every way. He was suddenly unsure of what had grabbed his interest.

"Okay, not her," he said, a sense of panic within him. "Someone else..."

"It's too late," she sighed.

He turned to her, but she wasn't there. "No, wait...where are you? I can't see you! I hear you, I know you're there, but I can't see you!!!"

She gazed at him, feeling her heart break a little more. A tear ran down her cheek, unseen.

"Exactly."