Outside Looking In

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There are two people. He is closed, she is open. He is dark, she is light. He is complicated, so is she.

Neither one of these people is me.

I am just a fly on the wall, a speck of sand among diamonds. They knew of me, but did not know me. I was the flower adhered on the wall with a strip of tape.

And if I'd died, there in the shadows of the beauty of life, they would not notice. No one would have.

His name is Dean, hers Carmine Quinn. Most people just call her Carmine; Dean thinks both names fit her best.

Dean and Carmine didn't fall in love, if you were wondering.