Hello, to those of you who have stumbled across my story. Please tell me if I should continue. R&R, por favor.
I look at the girl in the mirror.
Bright blue eyes stare back. Brown curls fall to her shoulders. Her tanned skin is flawless.
I reach out and touch the glass with the palm of my hand. She does the same.
In a sudden rage, I punch the mirror with my fist.
The girl is still there. Cracked, but still there. I swear she is smiling.
She is like me. She is me.
Yet, in my gut, I know she isn't me. She never was, and never will be.
So... what did you think? This is a developing idea, so feedback is SUPER helpful. Thanks for readin'.