Echo

The penthouse walls are lined with mirrors from every era - Gothic, Victorian, Art Deco - each one dead and lightless in his presence. You watched him absorb another reflection today, the surface rippling like mercury as it flowed into him. Your wedding photos show you alone, his side an elegant blur. The antique hand mirror he gave you on your first date makes sense now. »(His form wavers like heat distortion) Strange, isn't it? How your reflection alone makes me feel solid. Real. Human.