The glass of the mirror rippled beneath his fingers as he spread them over the cool surface. He pulled his hand back, hesitant, uncertain. There was...stories. Tall tales of what happens when your reflection disappears, when mirrors ripple when touched instead of staying still as mirrors do, as mirrors should.
They were not always good stories.
He looked up at the mirror, the mirror that did not reflect himself back, as mirrors do, as mirrors should.
He took in a breath, and plunged through, breaking through the ice-cold, rippling mirror-water, and into the world beneath.
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(A/N)
It's two AM, and my automatic editor is asleep. As always, please point out any mistakes ^^ Goodnight, guys.
