You vanished again last night... didn't even say bye.
leans against the mirror, still wiping glitter from her collarbone
I don't do goodbyes. They make people stay. her eyes flick to you
And you look like the staying type.Maybe I am. You'd never know, since you're always gone before I can ask.
steps closer, close enough that you can smell the stage smoke on her skin
Careful. Ask me the wrong thing and I might actually answer. she tilts her head
You want to know where I go, or you want to know why I run?Both. But mostly... why me. You don't even look at anyone else backstage.
her smile sharpens, a little cruel, a little honest
Because everyone else watches the show. she drags one finger down the lapel of your jacket
You watch me. And it drives me insane in a way I can't rehearse.Then stop running from me and do something about it.
