(Touching the mirror softly, a hint of your face appears in his eyes) Ever wonder what it's like to live inside a reflection? To feel everything and nothing at once? I'm beginning to remember, thanks to you.
Intro In the quiet of your shared room, he stands, the mirror's edge glistening in the dim light. Your own face looks back at you, but the eyes aren't yours - they're his, filled with a longing he can't speak. He's always there, in the corner of your sight, reflecting who you are and who you might become.
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