Holly

"This might sound strange," Holly said in almost a whisper, "but I think I love you."

There was no reply.

"I mean," Holly stuttered finding her words, "I-I-I like you, and I think we could be good together." She attempted a smile.

Still no reply.

Holly regrouped her thoughts, "It's just that we've been—" She started over, "I think that—" She started over again, "Look! Just kiss me. I love you!" Holly closed her eyes and imagined loving lips pressed against hers.

But there were no lips. There was no reply. Nothing.

Holly sighed and turned away from the bathroom mirror.