I trudged home slowly, brushing by my dog as I made my way to the sink. I filled up a vase with water and put immersed the roses in it. I placed the vase by my bed. This was a lesson for me in why I couldn’t be in a relationship even if I wanted to. I pined away the entire day for her, though. I constructed little fantasies of what I wanted to say to her, and how she’d forgive me and throw her arms around my neck, giving me an affectionate hug and then kissing me softly. I wanted for nightfall to come before putting on my mask and black clothing. I had to see her again; if I couldn’t be with her as Ashley, I’d be with her as her dark knight. Except I think Batman is rather lame. I scaled over buildings easily in the night; I was nothing but a quick shadow to any human eye. Finally I perched myself comfortably above her window, once again looking into her house while being upside down. She was watching some show on t.v., looking quite bored as she started to change channels. She had a textbook open on the arm rest of the sofa. I could read the tiny print on the page; it was about microbiology. Spencer twirled the pencil in her fingers around in boredom as she searched for a suitable channel and found none. Finally she got up and went to look for something to eat in the fridge. After she pulled out an apple, she looked up and saw me peering at her. “Hello there.” I said in a heavily amused tone. “Where’ve you been?” she said, coming over and stroking the side of my mask. I was so ecstatic I almost lost my hold on the wall and fell off, and because I was so distracted by her touch I slipped a little, causing her to gasp in horror. “Are you alright?!” she cried, mortified. “I’m good.” I replied, pulling myself up again and climbing into her apartment.

                  “How come I haven’t seen you for a while?” she asked, placing her hand on my arm so lightly that if I hadn’t seen her do that, I might not have felt her touch at all. I shrugged; after all, I was a mystery girl to her, and so I didn’t always have to answer all her questions. “I missed talking to you.” She cooed, putting her arms around me. I held her close to me, clasping her waist with my arms. She rested her head on my shoulder and sniffled. Without even thinking, I automatically started stroking her blonde tresses. “I was afraid I scared you off.” She whispered. I let out a soft chuckle. “I guess you could say I was a little bit surprised; it’s not everyday I find a girl who’s into me when she hasn’t even seen my entire face.” Spencer slipped out of my arms and sat down. “Remember the girl I told you that I thought got killed that night?” “Yeah… what was her name?” I lied, pretending not to remember, when in truth I was that very girl. “Ashley.” she spat out, saying my name as if it were a curse word. I tried hard not to cringe. “She didn’t die; I met her again a couple of weeks ago. It turns out she survived, and I went out with her that very day. I thought that there was a lot more to her, but it turns out she was only interested in getting in my pants.” Spencer said, trying hard not to cry. “I can’t believe someone I liked so much turned out to be a player.” I just looked at her, without saying a word. I knew there was more that she was going to tell me. “She tried to have sex with me here, but when I told her no, she disappeared around the same time you did for about a week, and during that time I saw her making out with another girl. Today I ran into her in Central Park. She tried to get me to forgive her; how stupid does she think I am? I saw her with that girl, and she tried to deny it, saying it ‘wasn’t really her,’” Spencer said, letting out a harsh laugh.