I knew it was him once again. I had thought i had left him behind. He had sworn to never love another. I had not made such a vow and had kissed many men since him; but still the vibration of my lips was a betrayal.

I had thought him dead and gone, or hermitized on that mountain. The mountain filled with flight and puffy clouds perfect for sitting and watching the sunrise.

He had vowed to love me and only me. And i had not reciprocated. Though I had not, he had insisted on keeping his vow, and loving only me, in perpetuity.

This was his way of saying that he would find me in another life and love me. But still even then it was unlikely that our love would blossom.

Because my true love was a demon; and i could never love another; for he had my soul.

But still my wedding began, my wedding in a black dress; a wedding and a funeral. For my love was of the Underworld.

When I saw him his face was turned to his new love, and I craned my neck desperately to see her face. His eyes lit up as they did only for me—now for her.

As the music swelled and I took my place at the altar, her face turned, our eyes locked, and I swallowed a scream.

We were the same, and yet;

Mirrored.