You watched the lonely boy, he walked with his hands in his pockets, head held low, a frown plastered on his face. 

You watched him every morning come to your field, looking more defeated than the last. You wished you could go over and comfort him, give him the support you would need if you looked as sad as him. 

But alas, he probably couldn't see you. 

That was the thing, nobody could see you. You didn't know why, you just woke up in this field, unable to leave. 

You were bound to it. 

No purpose, no destiny, no nothing.

But there was always something that kept you going, maybe there was a small chance he could see you. Anything is possible if you put your mind to it, right?

But you were also scared, you weren't exactly a ghost or anything. You weren't see through, able to fly/float, etcetera. 

You were basically a living breathing human being, that couldn't be seen. 

Never the less, it was something to keep your mind occupied just watching in awe as the boy would never shed a tear, nor even look angry at whatever was happening in his life.

You hoped that someday, you would be able to talk to him, laugh with him, play with him.

But all you could do for now, was admire from far away. 

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