(NOT MY ART

LINK: http://vivarts.deviantart.com/art/I-Will-Not-Be-Chained-595525657 )

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He stared at the glass, placing his hand on it. He could make out a reflection, it look just like the picture.  He stared at the eyes that seemed to glow silver, they were silver or were they white?

His hand moved up to his face, he traced his jaw line slowly, up to his lip corner, to the cupids bow. He then went back to tracing his lips, up to his nose. His finger stopped at the bridge of his nose. Soft, smooth skin all around, not a hair in sight on his face.

The hand fell back to his side, the hand on the glass carefully moved up as he held a strand of his soft brown hair. Every detail like that of the other, but why?

His eyes and face turned away from the glass, walking back to the mirror and closet. A hand ran over the picture, he didn't know. Why his creator had made him a copy of this other. His brow twitch, in thought it seemed. Frustration?

Turning up to the mirror, he stared at himself or itself? He didn't know that answer. Why? Another blank answer. Who?

He had a name, a Identity. Self? No, he didn't have a self, he was created. He was Identity, not Self. One implied he could say, but the other required show. He was not show? Could not show? Yes... could. He could Identity, not Self.

Not 'Who', 'Identity'? Identity: Vanitas.

Who? Self? Not there. Had none.

What? Explain. What was Vanitas?

He blinked at that question, turning his face from the mirror. What was he? His silver eyes casted to the floor. He held the photo in his hands. Copycat.

Next question...

Why? Explain. Why creator made Vanitas?

He placed down the photo, he didn't know. Why dose one create anything? Boredom? Pleasure? Proof? Self? He didn't know...

He could... Creator just could.

Where? Who? Where is Creator?

He looked at the mirror again, eyes looking at the camera watching him. Eyes seemed to bore into the ones watching him. His hands were placed on the table, as he leaned on the black surface.

He knew, he always knew. Thoughts are not his thoughts. He knew... He always knew. 

Eyes watched the screen on the other side, "You tell me..."

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So yeah, a story about Vanitas and his creation life.