The resturant hadn't been anything special. Oh sure, the food was great. But nothing about the place went well. The experience itself wasn't the best. The tour members were all tired, and they hadn't had much to talk about. It had felt long and dragged out.
Adam waited for the others to make their way outside before pushing through the doorway himself.
It was a chilly evening, the sky filled with puffy white snow clouds. Little snowflakes swirled in the wind as they made their way down to the heavy earth.
Adam began to make his way down the street when Breanne stopped him. "Aren't you coming back to the bus with us?" Her breath rose as a fine mist into the air.
Adam paused. "I just wanted to check something out real quick. I won't take long." he whispered so only she could hear him.
Breanne hesitated for a moment. "You better not!" she exclaimed.
Adam smiled. "I'll be right back." Adam bid Breanne a quick goodbye before continuing his brief journey down the street.
Adam stepped into the tiny antique shop for the second time that day. He had been suprised to see it open that late in the evening. It had to be around 9 o'clock PM. The old man at the desk had his face buried into an old yellowed book. Maybe he hadn't noticed Adam enter the store. Adam shrugged and proceeded to walk through the store untill he found it. The mirror. Adam once again crouched down in front of it. He traced the swirls and designs on the wooden frame before looking into the mirror as he had before. He stared for a few minutes, but his reflection refused to make any out of the ordinary movements. Disappointed, Adam was about to stand up when his reflection winked at him and smiled for a quick second. Adam grinned, waving at his reflection. His reflection waved both of his arms in response. Adam felt a burst of ecstatic energy inside of him as he gently lifted the mirror up with both hands. Slowly, he carried it to the counter that the old man was sitting at.
Adam set the delicate antique down on the counter. "How much is this mirror?" he said quickly.
The old man looked up, pushing his glasses closer to his face. "Tha' ol' thing? Hmm...I say 'bout...five dollars" the man chuckled. Adam pulled five dollars from his wallet and handed it to the man. The man took the money and set it aside. "Would you like a bag fir that sir?" He asked.
"No thank you" Adam said, picking the mirror back up.
"Well then, have a wonderful evening." the old man said with a warm smile.
Adam quickly waved goodbye as he stepped back outside into the cool night atmosphere.
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Silhouettes - An Owl City/Adam Young fanfiction
FantasíaIt appeared to be normal mirror. But looks can be deceiving, as Adam soon finds out. It turns out the mirror had once been a portal that broke over time. Yet, it still had enough power to drag Adam into an alternate universe, where Adam meets an alt...
