Who am I according to you?

She stood in the crowd like a statue of wax. For seconds she didn't breathe, as if she wanted to distinguish life from death. To end her breathing in a world of vivid, vibrant and yet so empty shells. The deadly and flirtatious thought enticed her in a way she hadn't expected. Normally she is the one to observe the emptiness of the hollow creatures surrounding her, but for once, would they notice her if she, for their sake, put the alluring thought into effect? If she went from being warm to cold, from alive to dead? She thought about it for no more than a flashing moment before realizing it isn't worth it. Not even for the excitement that follows.