I asked her, "What do you want?"
And she said, "No, the question is, 'What do you want?'"
I wasn't expecting this.
I didn't know what to say.
She started talking for me.
"Have you no hopes, no dreams, no special people in your life? Don't you wish for something better than this, this little world of yours that you're suffocating in? Come on." The girl threw her hands in the air.
No question-answering, that's what I 'wanted.' But still, I kept her inquiry in mind. What did I want? I wanted nothing. Nothing more than to stay here in my closed-off fantasy where no one could hurt me. I began to turn away from her. Then I realized I was wrong.
I looked the mirror girl in the eyes. And she waited.
I said, "Yes, I do have hopes. I have dreams. I hope that one day I won't have a reason to push people away. My dreams consist of what I imagine that day will be like. And in my dreams there is the special person you asked me about, the one w