Unbidden

No one had seen her coming. Her disshelved appearance should have caught everyone's eye, but it made her a part of the mayhem around. Just another figure in the background. It was an art and she had mastered it completely.
The art of invisibility.

But It failed her today.

Today of all days when she was hoping to rely on it the most. She was going to meet him today.

She will let him see her. Maybe even let him touch her hands, like he used to when he was a kid, searching for the rest of her in the myriad lines on her palms. Today, maybe she will find his heart again, to stay in. But she trembled at these thoughts, for he was a kid no more.

And so it was, that she walked with the crowd again. She had left her tresses uncurled, her lips bereft of any shade, just the way he preferred. Pale in the scorching heat, she moved towards his grand hotel and made herself invisible. Waiting for him and only him to see her.

He came, but did not stop. He did not even look around. Could he have forgotten already?
She didn't wait and ran after him.

She called out to him.

She knew he could see her now. His eyes were shining like two parallel mirrors, recording her image, repeating it a million times over.

It must have been a minute later when she realised, he wasn't the only one watching her.

The bullet had found its mark.