Cole wasn't a man. He was an idol. How could one fall in love with him? How could she fall in love with him? Was it really love? It was naïve to think a man - a man - could also think of this Rachel- this girl, this child - as more than a toy or a pawn. Because that's what she was, or what he wanted her to be. She was too much a real person to actually know what she was thinking. But she would break if he so wanted to do with her. But he couldn't because she was good.

Good, as in, she was sufficient.

Whenever he needed something that made his blood boil, she was there. Always, quiet, but loud if provoked, nice and lady-like, an uproar of sentimentalism, a fragile figurine... a pawn. That's all.

No. That couldn't be it. It was crazy to think that. He wasn't bad. He wasn't a man; not true or wrong, not a liar or honest, not a hero, just an idol. And perhaps that's why he used her? Because he wanted to be a man. He wanted to be sufficient like her. He didn't want her to follow orders and laugh about it later, he wanted her to see him as more than her fetish. Because she was a masochist and she tried to convince herself she wasn't bad either.

Both delinquents and both oh, so doomed.

Who was laughing?

Who laughs in the distance?

Who arranged for this?

It wasn't her and it wasn't him. They were not decided. He liked her or he loved her and did not stand to feel jealous. Because he wasn't a man, or so he thought. Because how could a man do great things and fall in love? A great man does great things and great things require a great man... Or a great something. Great things are there to be found, not to be created. And what was she? A toy, a pawn, a something.

With eyes that reflect. They can't see. They can't feel. She's not real: It's an explanation. But what was he then? Giving orders to a person - another idol - who isn't real?

Watch him rack his brains.

Watch the invisible blood in his veins.

Watch a man who isn't a man.

So she was real and she was mean. She was real because he wanted her to be.

Watch him rack his brains.

Watch him whine and pray.

Watch the invisible man.

Watch him and his invisible woman and his invisible jealousy. Watch how it reflects on others and others fear him and hate. What's happened to this man, who used to be a man and is the shadow of a woman who runs away from him? So now he is less than a man and more than a man. An outsider of his own mind and the creator of invisible girls.

This girl. This pawn. Or the spy who watches the man.

The invisible girl watching the invisible man. Heard of that story? See, a man walks inside a bar...

Who is that laughing again?

In the distance again.

Inside his head again.

This is a love story and whoever laughs gets the point. This is not a man and this is not a woman in love. This is how it all went to hell.

Watch the love story and its pawns go to hell.