He knew he saw a different person in the mirror. Yet, the shiny, autumn colored iris surrounding the figure's pupils shone the same as his own, so did too the smooth, chocolate skin. The scars decorating his chest and torso were duplicated as well to the finest point, including a one-inch slit on his left breast, located directly in front of the right ventricle of his heart. He could never recall where those scars came from. They were simply a part of him, and he accepted them as just that.
He could see all of this in the mirror, yet he knew it was not him standing where his reflection should be.
The man shown before him had lived a different life. 'Lived' being past-tense. These were the eyes of a dead man. Yes, the sculpted arms and legs were the same as his own, as well as the birthmark on his right shoulder-blade, but it was when he looked into the eyes of his so called reflection where he saw something else. Inside of those eyes he saw adventure, love, and joy even, once he looked past the misty film engulfing the eye itself.
Disregarding the cheery disposition given off by those eyes, they were in fact dead. Besides, those traits didn't belong to him. At all. Yes, it was puzzling to him that whenever he gazed at his reflection he looked at a dead man, but he ignored this whenever he could. He ignored the scars as well. To convince himself that he wasn't crazy.
The only thing he knew for sure, was that he had to find that man in the mirror, for he knew that that man was his missing half.
With that he turned away as he pulled on his shirt, grabbed his phone and wallet from the nightstand, and left the girl's house.
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The Other Half
FantasiaA gun-shot away from entering a massive war brewing in the land of Knusia, Benji lived in two worlds. And died in them quite a lot. Whenever he leaves the land of dragons and ogres, he returns to Kent High. But he wasn't the only one who could mo...
