Reflection

I have been looking at her, watching over her for multiple years now. Not in a creepy way of course, but in a sweet way. Like a protector. Although it might sound a bit strange, I believe I am doing her a favour. I mean, who else is going to watch over her when she is crying? When she is angry at her parents and the rest of the world? Who else is going to be there when she sits quietly in her bed, writing with tearful eyes about her lonely life? Who else but me will be there for her? No, there is no one else. Too bad she doesn't even know I am there.