Murky.

I have been crying quietly to myself in school these past two days. Sometimes people notice, but most of the time, they don't. Invisibility while wearing a bright pink scarf is a hard thing to achieve.

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I am not going anywhere. But unlike you, I have stopped running, no longer pretending to win a race that never even began. That doesn't have an ending. I've stopped. And I'm standing far behind you, too busy looking at the sky to notice you're gone.