deathmasks

She tracked down every one of his ex-lovers and cut off their faces and wore them around the house when she was alone, sometimes laughing, sometimes crying, usually feeling nothing.

He tracked down every one of her ex-lovers and cut off their faces and wore them around the house when he was alone, sometimes laughing, sometimes crying, usually feeling nothing.

Then one day they both thought they'd be alone and adorned themselves with the faces of the most recent ex-lovers and accidentally met each other in the kitchen.

Every heart stopped beating as they looked at each other, into each other's eyes, the familiar eyes framed by the skins that couldn't smile on their own anymore.

He removed his mask and picked up a knife from the counter and looked at her in a way that made her uncomfortable.

She removed her mask and picked up a knife from the counter and looked at him in a way that made him uncomfortable.