This is my entry to the writing contest by @svashta. The challenge was to write a story that does not make sense until you read the last sentence. I hope you enjoy this shortstory.
I am hiding from your eyes. Yet, the illusion of my being is your making. I am scared of fading away in the darkness or when you walk away from me. Am I for real? Your eyes avoid mine as well. Are we lovers or enemies? I cannot tell. Is one of us real or are we both only shapes and colours? Is there an inner world within you, and am I who I think I am within myself? Am I changing because of you or is it you who I am changing? Are we ever in charge of our action? Is there any action at all?
You dance and I dance with you. Finally our eyes meet. Black is your pupil just like mine I guess. But how can I know, the only one I have seen is you. Darkness and a beam of light. I wish I could hear the music you are dancing to. I wish I could smell you and break through to you. But the border is firm and only the image can pass it. Your pupils widen and tighten again. I can not tell if you look at me in hatred or with love. Why can`t you tell me? Please help me overcome the distance. I think I have forgotten the way out… If there ever was an emergency exit out of this.
You stopped your dance and I quit on it too. My time is over now. You have made up your mind. You do not have any time for me no more. I wish I could hold you back. I wish I could be at your place. I wish I could live. But with you looking away I vanish. I was the girl in the mirror.
