Today, he turned ten.
But he seemed unhappy.
And I felt merry as how it's supposed to be.
Irony is, I don't desire to be happy.
Not when he was getting beaten ruthlessly by his father on his own birthday.
But I couldn't do anything.
It wasn't in the rules of Mirrorlands to let your host know your existence, let alone go out of the world.
After all, we are here because of my past sins.
I saw Yoongi, another mirrorman for a host named Jeon Jungkook, be so happy today. And he enjoyed feeling cheerful too as Jungkook cried since his father was going on a business trip for a week. But I couldn't be happy even though I didn't endure any physical labor or pain. For the first time, as a mirrorman, I wished I could feel the same as my host.
But it was impossible. I knew it deep down.
You and I are worlds apart.
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Mirror, Mirror on the Wall✔
FanfictionA mirror tells a thousand stories, shows a hundred faces, and hurts a few, if broken in fragments. Caution: After reading this book, you may/may not see mirrors the same. The book or the writer shall hold no responsibility for your perception. You...
