Three souls moving to your left, each of them a little different, but still beautiful all distinguishable by words and phrases and soft laughter as they converse amongst themselves.
You see all of this, close enough to breathe their air, taste their presence but the foot between your thighs and theirs is an impenetrable bubble keeping you floating in your own empty space trapped, alone, and longing.
It has always been this way, ever since you were small enough to see it withdrawn, resolved to exist alone, content to let the world pass you by...
Their laughter startles you, yelping giggles so profound you can't help but turn and stare at them, goggled-eyes a dark boy, strange blackness for curls and pale-cheeked notices, prodding you with the edge of your foot.