There’s Two Sides To Every Mirror

My reflection. I hated her. She was like a different person. She wasn’t me. A smile lifted her cheeks. And warmth wafted off of her body. Deep down I knew this charade could no longer continue.


My reflection. I loved her. She wasn’t like me. A frown pinched at her cheeks. My entire body shook when I saw her. Deep down I knew this charade could no longer continue.

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