My room is plain and empty. Dull. Lifeless. The only decoration is the mirror in the room, with its rusted metal border twisted into a design meant to look pleasing. It is broken and chipped. I sit in front of the mirror, hands wrapped around my legs, holding them close to my chest. In the mirror, I see someone in the room with me. My head whips around. There was no one there. I look back at the mirror. It's her. She waves, as cheerful as ever. The black bow on her ponytail shimmers. I touch the bow in my hair. She speaks. It comes out as a garbled mess. My ears hurt. I turn away and bury my head in my arms. After all, she's not real.
so i first personed this to make it a little less confusing to read Actually inspired by a few lines from a song - The only time I ever see her / Is when's she's behind me in the mirror / Even from a distance I can hear her / Try to listen, but her whispers make my ears hurt so yeah. you get double updates for this au cuz one's been in drafts for quite a bit and i was planning to write this. first was og. sec was slightly better redraw
