Plic. Plic. Plic.
The tap drips, letting out the sound of water crushing against the marble. Above this tap, a boy. Not a real boy. A reflection, a copy, a fake. Like an image in the mirror. The mirror obsesses this boy, shows him this reflection. The reflection of a reflection. His doppleganger is happy, he smiles ... no ... he laughs. His friends surround him. The reflections of the boy's friends surround his. "It's strange, my friends are gone," he told himself. No matter, he's glad they're here. His friends miss him. He does not do anything anymore. Like a reflection. This boy is only a copy of his reflection in the mirror. He wanted to see them, touch them, talk to them, laugh and cry with them. Only, he can't. So, he cries by himself. He is alone looking at a stupid mirror. Another reflection appears. It's another boy. He knows him. He is tall and looks nice. "Go away," the reflection told him. "Why?" responds the newcomer. "I'm waiting for my friends, go away." "Do not you have friends here?" "No."
"It's sad."
"Maybe I don't care, but thanks anyway." And the two boys sit down and start talking. "Why are you waiting for your friends?" "Because they are gone." "Why do not you make new friends, do you not know anyone here?"
"Everyone is boring, I want my friends, my real friends."
"How are your real friends different from others?"
"My real friends arethere for me when I'm sad."
"And what am I doing exactly?"
"I ... did not think about it ... you're still boring though."
"How do you know that if I'm just an acquaintance?" In my opinion, you just did not realize what you had here ... We always see the grass of the neighboring meadow better than ours. " "What does it mean?"
"I don't know, but it's fun to say."
"What should I do?"
"I don't know that either, but I can advise you to search around you, people like me, who help you when you're sad."
"Thank you."
"Come back to see me."
"Yes."
Then the boy searched and found. He found a young boy with dark hair, that was very shy: "Hello, I know you." "yes..."
"I'm sad, my friends have abandoned me." "Y ... you know ... if you need anything, you can ask me ... "Would you speak in public to console me?" The little boy flinched. He did not like to see sad people. "If you're really sad, then I'll do it." "Really?"
"Yes."
"Thank you, you are a good friend."
He then went to see a girl who was drawing trees and rocks. He loved trees. He found them dull and plaintive, sad as he was.
"Hello, I know you too." "Yes, hello."
"Say, I do not have enough money to buy lunch today, do you think you can lend me some money?"
"Of course, you can take it from my bag and do not bother to pay me back, I understand you, tell me ... are you sad?" "Yes, but you've proven to me that you're a good friend." Then the boy and his two new friends spoke and laughed, and when they arrived near the tall boy, they laughed again, and the reflection was happy.
