The Girl In The PaintingNick: I watch from the shadows as I always do. Humans going about their daily lives, blissfully unaware of our existence. I see her and not for the first time. She stands there with no memory of who I was nor what we once shared. Had my heart been beating, it would break to know that I am now nothing to her, not even a faded memory from a life long since gone. See me once more. Please, see me. Be mine again. Hannah: Of the one hundred plus students