"Do you ever wonder what it's like to be there and not there at the same time?"

"What do you mean?"

"Like... You see everything that's happening, hear everything that's happening, and feel the moment for yourself but... you're not there. You laugh when everyone else laughs and cry when everyone else does, but they can't see your tears or hear your laughs. You just... don't exist to them, but they are your everything."

"I don't quite understand."

"I guess it's like being invisible. You're there, but not really there."

"Oh. I've felt that many times. No body notices me before... before it's too late for them."

"You're not understanding... No one notices me. No one."

"..."

"Am I even real? Or is my existence just some sick joke."

"Well, I'm real. And, you're real too."

"How do I know that you really are real?"

He leaned closer, their foreheads clacking together quietly. The sound echoed in the darkness for a moment. "I guess I just am."