I stood staring at a mirror which lacked a reflection beaming back at me; forsaken.
It was like I could almost see my reflection, I was reaching out and pressing my fingertips to the cold reflective glass in hopes of seeing anything that could shine the light within.
Moments passed as I stood blinking and before I knew it, she was there. My smiling and always laughing reflection who gave me the slightest bit of hope and inspiration to strive forward in life. She smiled and I followed.
She giggled and I followed.
I cried and she followed.
I heaved and she followed.
I awoke one day and returned to the mirror and was met with a perturbed and confused reflection blinking in a daze; malignant.
I shook and bawled as I pawed at the cold glass, urging my reflection to return to me safely. And soon enough, she did. My heart squeezed with endearment as I embraced my reflection; now promising the world and more to each other.
We smiled and we giggled.
We cried and we heaved.
My mirror, my reflection, my other half, my twin.
About the Creator
Christine Alarcon
A culmination of all things spooky, sorrowful, and simple.
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