"Hello," ignored.

"What are you doing?" ignored.

"Please answer me," ignored.

"Oh, please," ignored.

"Why are you doing this? At least let me hear a reason,"

Still ignored.

Am I some kind of invisible person? No, I'd rather be invisible. Then at least it would be certain that you couldn't see me. But why do you pretend not to see me? I have flesh that lives and breathes through breath, speech, and pores. Just hate me, at least look at me with eyes of loathing.

You greet the boys, and you even chat and greet the girls, so what am I? A non-living object? Plankton? You're really making me want to curse.

No matter how loud I speak, he doesn't look back once. What on earth do I have to do for this guy to—

Thud. Walking without thinking, I bumped hard into your shoulder. It was the first time we ever touched.

Only then did our eyes meet. Your mouth opened.

As expected, but naturally,

"Ah, what the fuck..."

Words that are absolutely filthy to hear came out. I didn't actually mean for you to loathe me.

Your back as you turn away unbothered is annoyingly broad.