Familiar Strangers.

[shoelace009]

When you kiss me, I feel nothing. Just expectation, the expectation that I kiss you. But there is nothing on the other side of it, or inside me anymore. It's like kissing the back of your hand when you're thirteen: you're all alone in your room, waiting, hoping for that first kiss from that ideal guy. But nothing comes. There is no human on the

Comments

[wytchcroft]

i like the looking-glass effect of these two pieces back to back.
as for the characters - the burden of expectation does remove so many from themselves and force them to live almost as observers outside their lives rather than passionately from the centre (so to speak).