If I Had Your Face

by Frances Cha

I wanted to reach over and shake her by the shoulders. Stop running around like a fool, I wanted to say. You have so much and you can do anything you want. I would live your life so much better than you, if I had your face.

She had a low voice and a rare smile, which sometimes flashed across her face like a comet.

“But it’s kind of all a dream, like I am watching it happen on TV or something. I mean, I know it’s happening but I can’t really wake up.”

An artist’s career is a phantasm, shimmering from one angle, gone from the next.

I HAD BEEN drowning slowly in my guilt, for coveting him when he was Ruby’s, for going to him and daring to show him my heart. I had been inhabiting a world not meant for me.

nothing in this life is this easy. But as long as I am trying, doesn’t that mean something?