Who Are We?

She took a deep breath, “Hello.”
They looked in her direction, “Hi.”
“I’m Cassidy.”
“Pleasure to meet your acquaintance.”
She nodded. She reeked of nervousness.
“Who are you?” They asked out of the blue.
“I told you. I’m Cassidy.”
They shook their head, “No, who are you?”
She was confused at what they were asking. She only gave them a look.
“Fine. What do you like to do?”
“I don’t know.”
They sighed, “What’s you’re favorite food?”
“I don’t know.”
“What’s your favorite color?”
“I don’t know.”
“What’s your interests? Hobbies?”
“I don’t know.”
“How about music, art, photographer, actor, book, or brand?”
“I don’t know.”
They gave up at last with a resigned and depressed breath. “You don’t know who you are?”
She wanted to cry, or feel any emotion, but she couldn’t. “I do not.”
She let her eyes fall to the ground and with that, she looked back up to the mirror, turned from her reflection, and walked away. There was nobody else in the room.

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