He was gone, now. Every morning, while I was checking how I look or doing my makeup, he would come up behind me, hold me, and stare at my reflection with me. He would smile, kiss my neck, tell me I’m beautiful. His reflection didn’t appear this time. He was gone. I stared into the mirror willing him to come back. I stared into my own eyes. I had dark circles under them from lack of sleep and crying too much. My hair was unbrushed, I clenched a tissue in my right hand. I continued staring as I masochistically replayed last night’s events in my mind.

He zipped the suitcase closed and pulled it upright. I had watched him pack wordlessly for nearly an hour, quietly sobbing. He was finally finished and looked at me.

“Please don’t go.” I finally said, my voice breaking in between my sobs. “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry isn’t good enough. Not this time.” He said coldly.

“What can I do?” I begged. His brow furrowed, his eyes started watering. He sniffed, dragging his sleeve across his face.

“Nothing. I have to go.” He said as the tears started to fall. He leaned down and pulled out the pull-handle of the suitcase. He dragged it behind him as he pushed past me.

“Please don’t do this.” I called after him. He stopped, his hand gripping the door knob. He turned around again, his expression was softer, now.

“I’ll come back for the rest of my stuff another day. I’ll call you to arrange it. Please don’t contact me.” He said. I wanted to scream, fall to my knees, beg him to stay. I couldn’t move, the pain was unbearable. I said nothing. He turned back around, grabbed his car keys off the hook by the door, and left.

I stood there, staring at the door for what felt like hours. I stood there until I couldn’t stand anymore and just turned around, and went to bed.

The tears began to fall again and I watched them trickle down my face in my reflection. Then I saw movement. It was like the mirror rippled, like a pond someone threw a rock into. I rubbed my eyes. _I need more sleep _I thought. I looked into the mirror again, it rippled again but stronger. I gasped in surprise and jumped backwards. That’s when she appeared.

In the mirror, it looked like she walked into the room from the door behind me, but when I turned around, no one was there. I turned back to face the mirror, she was still standing there. She was striking. She stood there staring with ice blue eyes. She had platinum blonde hair that tumbled down to her waist in waves. Her midnight blue dress accentuated her curvy figure and fair skin.

“Hello?” I said, meekly. I started shaking out of fear.

“Hello.” She responded simply. I turned around again, searching for her where she should have been standing, I found no one. I turned back to the mirror.

“Who are you? What do you want?” I asked, my voice cracking in fear.

“My name is Storm. I can help you.” She said, walking towards me. In my reflection, she was now standing beside me. I could have felt the warmth radiating from her body if she were really here.

“Help me?” I asked.

“You want him back, don’t you?” She said.

“How do you know about that?!” My heart was pounding in my chest. I could feel my palms start to sweat.

“Well, one look at you could tell me everything even if I didn’t know, but the truth is, I feel bad. We’ve been watching your story play out for a long time now. I just couldn’t let it end here.” She said, crossing her arms, giving me a sympathetic look.

“We? Watching? What are you talking about?”

“All in due time. Do you want my help or not?” She asked, seemingly getting frustrated.

“How could you help me?” I asked, genuinely curious despite everything.

“I could make it so your little transgression never happened.” She said, a smirk creeping on her face. The mirror rippled again, it practically shaking. The cocky look on Storm’s face dropped.

“I have to go.” She said. “Yes or no?!” I met her eyes in the mirror.

“Yes.” I said simply. The second I accepted, a crack formed in the mirror. Storm met my eyes.

“See you soon.” She said as she turned around and walked out of my bedroom. Or what seems to be my bedroom in her world, whatever or wherever that is. I reached up and touched the crack in the mirror. When I pulled my hand away, a bit of skin caught on the glass and cut my finger open. I looked down at the blood that began pooling on the tip of my finger. When I looked back up to the mirror I saw my reflection, only it was different. It was me, but I was just standing there. I also looked almost completely different. My hair was a bit longer, my skin a bit clearer, and wearing a rather stylish outfit. The look on my face was grave and serious.

“You’ve made a huge mistake.” My reflection said.