The sunlight shines through the facilties' windows brilliantly with its whitish yellow glow. It illuminates all the various floor tiles and wall posters. It rises and falls in a push and pull fashion; scanning and shedding its glow upon all the greatest features of its guests and their groups. Well...actually, not all of its guests. Not for Andy. For no matter how great the sun glowed upon him.....still nobody saw him. All 6 feet, sad blue eyes, dark blonde hairs, draped in nerdy clothing of him…..never seen.
When people did look his way, it was only because they saw what they needed through him, but never in him. As he looked upon the groups of happy people pass him by without any sort of existential acknowledgment, Andy began to yet again ponder a question he'd tortured himself with infinitely since the age of 13: "why can't they see me for me? Why can't I exist to them, and with them, on my own terms? Just as I am willing to do for them?".
Again and again he asked himself this