And then no one became someone, and she begged him not to disappear. He was the unshed tear, and fear of being abandoned that took root deep within. Too heavy, too loud, too intense; too much her. As if she was lost. As if she had lost the comfortable skin of sadness. She wished that someone was no one. To feel the pain; to know the unknown. To think instead of breathing. To drown instead of being caught. But no one had turned out to be her someone. And so she became someone too.