Mirrors

Imagine instead of seeing your own reflection upon looking into a mirror, someone else's eyes looked back.

For as long as Clara could remember, Will had always been there, in her mirror. He wasn't even sure why he was in there to begin with, but nevertheless, he was always there. It was a funny love story, Clara falling for Will and vice versa. Maybe it was because she was all he had, and Will simply understood her, inside and out. All Clara ever dreamed about was being able to hold Will, to touch him- the mirror obviously prevented that.

Until, that is, Clara saw Will on the street. Same hair, same eyes, same scar just underneath his jaw. He however, not only had no idea who Clara was, but his personality was a completely contrast to the boy in Clara's mirror. His name was Rhys. Slowly but surely Clara gets to know him, but the closer Clara gets to Rhys, the farther away Will becomes- literally. He's beginning to fade away the closer Clara becomes with Rhys.

Stuck between trying to save the boy she loves in the mirror or finally putting her impossible romance, Clara is forced to chose between the life of mirror Will, and her own sanity.