Obviously I
needed camouflage, so I wore charcoal greys by day and midnight blue or black
at night. I was happy when people
stopped noticing me. Waitresses deferred
to you for food orders and bills; barmen who used to give me the briefest of
smiles were now dead eyed and disinterested as they took your money and provided
drinks. The world carried on without
noticing that I was gradually slipping away.
I couldn't
have chosen a more charismatic protector.
Even my friends, who had previously been eager for my views, now cared
only for yours. At the dinner party, they
spoke to you, while I played with my food and watched myself disappear inside
your big grey shadow, in my grey dress, free to pass the time thinking my own
thoughts.
These
deliberations were suddenly interrupted by the sound of my name. It was my long time friend Sarah speaking;
“So, where’s Jane tonight?” she asked you.
Right here, I thought, but I didn't speak
because that would mean stepping out and standing out.You stared at her; “I – I thought she was here.”
You looked over my head, then in the opposite direction and became confused; “She was here!”
“I didn't see her,” Sarah's husband John stated.
“She didn't come in with you,” Sarah added.
You stood, distress evident on your face; “I'm sure I … look, I should go home!”
I smiled, happy in the knowledge that what I had always wanted had happened. I had disappeared, I no longer existed.