JoCoWrites

By Helen

If it’s true, that Japanese legend. The one saying my face is a reflection of who I loved most in my past life. Is it possible that I loved no one?

Will my future selves reflect an emptiness the Japanese have never seen? In this life, how do I break this legacy of absence?

Or maybe, my reincarnations are doomed to the American legend. The one saying people look like their dogs.