My name is Tyler Harris. I died today.

It’s not literary. I died emotionally. But, it’s not the reality. There’s a boy with his arm around my girlfriend. Where I come from, it’s not like this. I’m that boy with his arm around Liz. The boy is Tyler Harris as well. I think… I’m Juan de Silva today. Looking, lusting. The hispanic has eyes for my girl.

It’s not acceptable. My girl is my world. But… I’m simpathetic. I’m Juan de Silva and I feel what he feels. Juan de Silva dies every day.

I wake up suddenly. Liz is at my side. Everything is back to normal.