it was september ninteenth when

jean levi decided

to speak.

"i read this book

and then another one

and somehow i got myself

thinking

why hasn't anyone

written a book about a

girl like you."

it was just when i came out

and the moon was up

but the sky was still

a little bright

and the chinese

restaurant below

just opened after

a few years.

"maybe

it is because

people get too sad

to write about something

as sad as i am."

i said

and he shook

his head

looking me in the eye

for the first time

in the last two weeks.

"people

are too afraid

that they couldn't

capture the tragedy

that hides

behind a

angel like face."

i didn't know

weather it was a

compliment

but i just shrugged.

"if anything

the monster in me

at least

wears an

angel mask."

and he didn't speak after that.