She realizes that the worst part is that she's done this to herself. As the creator of his best side, she can easily say that he is the mirror of her desire.
Unfortunately, she has not been shaped so accordingly.
It's as if she's forgotten to cut slits in the mask so she can see. Masquerading around as someone else is all very nice . . . But only until you run into the one whose face you've borrowed.
Of course, by that time her past seems foggy. She can't seem to remember who she was before he gifted her with the disguise.
A/N: Exactly one hundred words. Yay? Anyway, as of yesterday I'm another year older, but apparently I'm no better having my ideas make sense. Oh well. If someone can tell me the song that inspired this, I'll write them a oneshot.
Hints: It's a Taking Back Sunday song, and you're best off looking at the second sentence to figure it out.
It belongs to Eoin Colfer :)