When Love Fades

“Don’t try to take her place in my heart. No matter how much you look like her, you’re still not her.”

I looked at the man and covered his cold eyes with my hand. His refined features were cast onto the wall by the warm lighting. I stared greedily at his shadow, lightly tracing the bridge of his nose, as if I’d gone back to high school, secretly copying the face of that person.

“He looks most like him when he’s asleep.”