… so I hope you are alive when you receive this letter.

I love you so, so much. Please answer.

Louise

With trembling fingers I put the letter away.

“This Louise seems to really love you”, I say to the mirror.

The person I see looks scared, her blue eyes as big as the moon.

I would never be so fearful like… Her.

She is weak, naive.

Maybe she looks exactly like me, but she is not me.

I am stronger.

And much more lonelier.

The person in the mirror presses her hands against the glass, opens her mouth, but I can’t hear a sound.

She’s trapped.

I am free to do whatever I want.

Even when it means to change the roles in the game called life.

“Maybe I should visit this Louise.”

I grinned, as the eyes of the girl become even more bigger, reflecting the light of my room like lakes in a moon night.

Her fists hammer against the glass.

“See you!” I say and grab my jacket.

Louise, I will find you, wherever you are. Love me like you love her, I beg.

Than I turn around, leaving the girl in the mirror behind.

She screams, tears on her distorted face.

What a weak version of myself.