We exist in stony silence now.
It’s amusing how I can go to anyone else in this room, and never have to interact with him in any way. Now and again there is the occasional glance as he walks by. He tries to make eye contact; he wants to catch me looking at him and he wants to make me uncomfortable.
When will he learn that you don’t always get what you want?
I’ve learned to look right through him, as if he doesn’t even exist. He doesn’t exist, other than a shadow out of the corner of my eye. A ghost that lurks with intent to haunt me, but I’m not afraid of ghosts; I’ve been dealing with them since I was little.
Go away silly ghost. You don’t frighten me.