He looked at himself in the mirror. Turning his head slightly to the left... then to the right.

Without hesitation the reflection did the same thing...

He reached out his hand. The only thing that he felt was coldness. A coldness that matched the cold empty eyes that were looking back at him.

He opened his voice to speak but realized that the face, as he had grown accustomed to calling it, would do nothing more than parrot back the same words that he had just spoken.

As the seconds ticked by the contempt was growing.

Finally he shouted - "Why are you here? What is your purpose? Why don't you just go away?"

He turned and walked away... but as he left he refused to look over his shoulder to see if the reflection would glance back... afraid that even his own reflection no longer cared.

- Anon