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I walk down the catwalk every day, showing off a variety of outfits and styles. It doesn't matter what I'm in, they love it all the same. Crowds scream and cheer just hearing my name. Sometimes they'll even chant before I come out. "Raynbow! Raynbow!" they call together, but it's just a stage name.

They're always telling me how lovely I am, how beautiful. Girls tell me how jealous they are, how they wish they could look like me. I often wonder just what it is they all see when they look at me. I've been told that beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but how can their views be so vastly different from mine? Are my eyes damaged? Is my vision warped?

I caught a glimpse of what they see once, but only once. He told me his name was Caspian. Whether this was true or not, I do not know. He was graceful, elegant, pure. Truly lovely with his long hair like a waterfall of snow and eyes as blue as his namesake. He was not like others I had met. He did not immediately cry my name or try for my attention. He did not remark how he had seen my image in this magazine or on this ad. Not once did he tell me how radiant my appearance was.

We spent a day together, Caspian and I. Peace came easy with him, as though we had created a world all our own. He was gentle and relaxed and very free. He seemed to me like a man who had known many places and people, many sights and sounds. Like a man who had known many sorrows and many beauties, the likes of which I could only begin to imagine. The very thought amazed me and yet also terrified me. Part of me wished I could have shared in it all with him.

Before we parted, just as night was beginning to descend over the city, he fixed me with those magnificent eyes of his and offered to me a paradox of a smile. He bid me a sweet farewell.

It is said that goodbye does not mean forever, but I have come to question that as well. I've yet to meet Caspian again and part of me knows I never will, but I will never forget what I saw that day, like watching your reflection on the clear blue water.

Description
I walk down the catwalk every day, showing off a variety of outfits and styles. It doesn't matter what I'm in, they love it all the same. Crowds scream and cheer just hearing my name. Sometimes they'll even chant before I come out. "Raynbow! Raynbow!" they call together, but it's just a stage name.

They're always telling me how lovely I am, how beautiful. Girls tell me how jealous they are, how they wish they could look like me. I often wonder just what it is they all see when they look at me. I've been told that beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but how can their views be so vastly different from mine? Are my eyes damaged? Is my vision warped?

I caught a glimpse of what they see once, but only once. He told me his name was Caspian. Whether this was true or not, I do not know. He was graceful, elegant, pure. Truly lovely with his long hair like a waterfall of snow and eyes as blue as his namesake. He was not like others I had met. He did not immediately cry my name or try for my attention. He did not remark how he had seen my image in this magazine or on this ad. Not once did he tell me how radiant my appearance was.

We spent a day together, Caspian and I. Peace came easy with him, as though we had created a world all our own. He was gentle and relaxed and very free. He seemed to me like a man who had known many places and people, many sights and sounds. Like a man who had known many sorrows and many beauties, the likes of which I could only begin to imagine. The very thought amazed me and yet also terrified me. Part of me wished I could have shared in it all with him.

Before we parted, just as night was beginning to descend over the city, he fixed me with those magnificent eyes of his and offered to me a paradox of a smile. He bid me a sweet farewell.

It is said that goodbye does not mean forever, but I have come to question that as well. I've yet to meet Caspian again and part of me knows I never will, but I will never forget what I saw that day, like watching your reflection on the clear blue water.