You have been staring at him for days, but he never seemed to look your way. After about a year, you would expect to have gotten used to being see-through, but it feels so bad when it happens with him.

You we're sitting in the attic, when the new owner of the house had arrived. You knew as soon as you saw him, that you had fallen again. But the last time that you let someone inside, you were buried alive.

Over the past few days, you had tried to get them to notice you. You had tried everything, writing 'I love you' in his alphabet soup, flickering his lamp, writing 'Hi' in his journal, but every time you tried to make contact, it felt like a supernatural attack, or he just wasn't paying attention. You guess girls with beating hearts beat a girl buried in the back yard.

Today was no different. He was sitting, watching TV, and you were leaning against the doorway, changing the channel, trying to get him to notice you. But he just kept shaking the remote, thinking it was broken.