Mirror

Some say that every individual has a soulmate.
Some don't believe such priceless blessing could be given to them.
And some neglect their mates in the sense that they feel they have no freedom.

In a way, it's possible to take having a mate as a bondage but I've always had hope that my soulmate would meet me at the most perfect time in my life, when I needed them the most.

However, I didn't think of the pain that I might've felt if my soulmate were to pass, not until I felt it.

I didn't know what the pain was until I met him, in a mirror.
He spoke to me and he smiled at me and he kissed my reflection and then he was gone.

Or was he?

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'He's gone?'

I frantically rubbed the mirror in attempt to bring him back or at least replay what had just happened but to no avail. How could I be so delusional to think that I actually spoke to my dead soulmate? I don't even know if he's really dead! I couldn't help but start crying I don't even feel as horrible as I did before, I'm terrible!

"Don't cry."