in front of it she stands there. a graceful silhouette awaits her. like another person, but with the same dark hair, falling fluently down shoulders, an imperious glance from opaque black eyes, showing a strong will to do anything to get what she wants. an hard to resist aura, something dark, dangerous, passionate, twisted, still full of promises of never tasted flavours of life. a cold expression, telling you she’s untouchable. like a doll with a soul of pure darkness, she sees the other girl, smiling vaguely, like nobody would look. she’s fascinating.
slowly she reaches out, the tips of her fingers touch the cold mirror glass.