O is for others
The world doesn’t see them, the others who linger in the shadows, just past where their eyes reach. That type of seeing is only in their souls. But it’s enough; enough to make them turn, enough to make them walk faster, relaying in their mind that it was nothing, nothing, all the while knowing that it’s not. It’s easier that way; easier to go about their day, their work, their lives, easier to forget that the others are watching them. Watching and waiting.