“ Nothing happens. And by that I mean nothing. ”
I pretend he doesn’t exist, and he does the same with me.
~ Ida Løkås
I can tell she’s upset, but I can’t be bothered to say anything. Some days are just like that.
I remember his eyes. They are just like mine. Every time I look in the mirror I see him. I try not to look at my self too much.
Judging by the photograph it seemed like I hadn’t been there at all. As if it was my camera that had been on holiday, and not me.
